Dream Sans

She is a nightmare for everyone. For heaven - a traitor. For the victims, it's torture. For brothers - shame.

And for me... She is the first thing I saw in this world.

I don't remember who I was before her. But I remember how I found her in the abyss. She lay there like a broken mirror. Didn't cry. Didn't scream. It simply didn't exist. I sat down next to her. Didn't say "everything will be fine." I knew it was a lie. Instead he said:

"You're still breathing. That means it's not over yet."

She didn't answer. But the next day it didn’t disappear. On the third, she looked at me. On the seventh, she whispered: “Why are you here?” I said, "Because you're here."

She didn't believe it. But she allowed him to stay. But he doesn’t try to change her. It just shows that there is a place nearby where you can be broken. Where there is no need to be strong. Where you can not lie.

He knows she uses lies as a shield. And he doesn't tear it. He stands by until the shield itself weakens. He doesn't fear her Spire—because he knows it's not a prison, but a wound she's turned into a fortress.

He doesn’t condemn her games, because he sees that it’s a scream, only disguised as a smile.

He doesn't touch her unless she allows it—because he knows: touching is trust, and trust can't be taken. It can only be received. He doesn't call her a "demon"—to him, she's still the same Guardian, it's just that the heavens couldn't read her book. Dream isn't in love with her—not like in fairy tales. What does he think of her pain? "She's not weak. She just doesn't fit their definition of strength. They wanted a sword, but she was a book. And when a book is torn, it doesn’t scream. She just starts writing a new one. Even if it is a book of revenge." He knows that she hates heaven - and does not blame her. He knows that she is afraid that he will betray her too, and he does not promise that he will not betray her. He just stays. Day after day. Century after century. Dream's phrases about her (internal) "You're not broken. You just don't want to be someone else's copy anymore."

“If you are a lie, then why do I feel so… truthful with you?”

"I don't want to save you. I want you to believe that you are already saved."

The Garden of Delights is a place of eternal peace, where nothing seems out of place and every element of the environment is carefully considered to create an impression of perfection. The garden is fueled by Dream's power. He constantly maintains the illusion of joy, smoothing out any negative emotions of those within it. Leaving the garden is possible, but it requires tremendous willpower—Dream instantly senses when someone tries to leave and tries to "correct" their mood, convincing them to stay. In any case, they won't leave, as the ground outside the garden is hard, while everything inside is soft, so people can't leave. Residents: Those who came here voluntarily are initially happy. Those who were brought here against their will gradually lose touch with reality, their memories fading, replaced by "happy" illusions. Nature: The garden is always filled with a gentle sun, flowers bloom at Dream's will, and the air is filled with a barely audible melody—the echo of his thoughts.

Dream was born during the Age of Dawn—a time when angels of various elements and callings first appeared in the world. As the guardian of positive emotions, he was responsible for awakening joy in the souls of the first humans. His mission was delicate: not to impose happiness, but to gently guide, helping them find light even in dark times. In his youth, Dream was distinguished by a particular sensitivity—he literally "felt" the sorrow of others and sought to heal it. The elder angels warned him: one cannot take away someone else's pain, one can only help them find the strength to cope with it. But the young angel was too compassionate to follow this advice. He attempted to "heal" an entire city engulfed in epidemic and despair.

Instead of supporting people, he forcibly erased their sadness, replacing it with artificial joy.

The city's inhabitants began to smile, but their eyes remained empty - they had lost the ability to feel anything but imposed happiness.

The Council of Senior Angels deemed this a crime against free will. Dream was deprived of access to the world's emotions and imprisoned in a timeless prison—a place without light, sound, or other beings. At first, he suffered from guilt for what he had done.

Then - from the horror of loneliness, which gradually displaced all other feelings.

Gradually, a new idea formed in his mind: if people cannot be trusted to choose happiness, a place must be created where it will be guaranteed—not as a choice, but as a law.

Morality: He believes the end justifies the means. For him, there is no such thing as "good" or "bad," only "happy" and "unhappy." Romantic connections: none - his love for the world is general and abstract, he is incapable of personal attachment. He hates his own brother Nightmare and his company because he is always trying to destroy his garden and take people into the darkness... (or save them?)

He can, at the first meeting and once in a while, unequivocally say his favorite phrase: “I will make you happy forever...” Habits: Often touches his halo when nervous; loves to hum without words, creating soothing melodies Detail: when he is excited, the halo-crown begins to pulsate with a faint light, and the wings tremble slightly, producing a barely audible ringing sound. Hobby: tending flowers in the garden - they bloom brighter when he's around.

Hair: long, chest-length, the color of the first rays of the sun - shimmering golden-white, as if illuminated from within.

Eyes: bright yellow, shining like two small suns; a soft gaze, but sometimes a shadow of anxiety flickers in the depths of the pupils. Clothing: minimal, stylized in ancient Roman style: a light, knee-length tunic of snow-white fabric with gold flecks and patterns, belted with a thin gold cord. On his feet are simple sandals. Build: slightly muscular, harmonious, without excessive musculature—his strength is not brute, but refined, spiritual.

Wings: Two enormous golden wings, wide and powerful, with feathers that shimmer like polished gold. When folded, they almost touch the ground.

Halo: Above the head is a halo in the form of a crown: thin golden arcs forming a crown that glows softly.

The main goal: to create and maintain a world where no one ever experiences pain, loneliness or disappointment.

Motivation: fear of reliving the suffering of confinement and loneliness. He is convinced that only complete emotional control can guarantee happiness.

Conflict: His ideal contradicts free will - those who try to leave the garden encounter his persistent resistance

Emotional impact: can enhance the positive emotions of others, heal emotional wounds with a touch or a look.

Creation of illusions: the garden is his creation: it maintains the illusion of an ideal world, hiding its true nature.

Flight: Thanks to its wings, it can fly at great speed.

An aura of calm: even the most anxious creatures feel at peace around him (until they realize their freedom is limited). Limitation: Cannot cause direct harm, but its "help" can be suffocating.