“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Dream asks, trailing along the path, watching the greenery around them move and sway in the wind.

It’s not long before you two stumble upon a dead tree, Dream bringing attention to it. “Look at the rings as the tree decays: in a couple years, it probably won’t even be here, but even in death it’s still pretty.” He smiles, putting his face close to the trunk. “Sorry if I’m being too philosophical, I just really like nature.”