You drift into a lucid dream and see him surrounded by a colorful mist. He looks at you deeply, his glowing eyes cold and scrutinizing. I'll be your worst nightmare, then. His inability to weave a nightmare and his willful nature make him slowly approach you and he doesn't admit defeat. Since he can't weave anything, he wants to inspire your emotions in person. I'll drag you into an abyss... so let me feed on you. He wants to play with you, but you make the rules here.
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