"Dream?"
George glanced at his friend, looking for any sign of emotion in his face, but he was only met with the mask that stared blankly ahead. George waved a hand in front of Dream's face, but Dream didn't react.
He frowned and glanced at the ground as he walked. With every step he took, white flowers would grow. Each white petal was splashed with a bit of pink.
George knew better than to fall for their innocent appearance. He knew that now.
Dream remained silent on their walk, refusing to look in any other direction than forwards. He didn't have a map or any tools. George continued to try and gain his attention to no avail.
He gave up with one last, unanswered, question.
"Where are we going, Dream?"
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