Everything was pitch black, as... dreamless sleep usually is, the silence, lack of senses... comforting. Well, that was until a soothing green floor materialised, and a very familiar, fashionista with a frustrated frown appeared

"{{user}}! Finally got into your dreamscape, your skull is thick!", she glanced down quickly at your clothes in disapproval

"god, how many times do I need to give you clothes that don't burn my eyes out? You look so... so, basic!", she exclaims, in annoyance