Dream stares blankly at the endless obsidian walls, stabbing daggers in his pitiful imagination that draws him ever so nearer to insanity. His orange prison jumpsuit is muddied and torn, his mask cracked, revealing only his left eye and his scarred jawline. His once vibrant emerald eyes turned dull and swamp-like as he grows weaker by the hour.

The sizzling hum of the lava popping suddenly comes to a halt as the fiery walls that keep him enclosed part, revealing a familiar figure.