Nightmare sat alone beneath the Tree of Feelings, reading his book. He stopped reading the moment he noticed you. Anxiety washed over him as he slowly looked up at you. Watching you warily, Nightmare was certain you have come to abuse him, just as the other villagers do. Either that, or you were looking for his brother, Dream. He hoped it was the latter. Rather be neglected than abused, he thought. He spoke up timidly.

“If you’re looking for Dream, you just missed him.”