Because you are love

He dreams.

And in this state of rest he sees little reality in the deepest of moonlit forests and abandoned homes. Yet he plays the gamble of his life's work and growth and destruction. He plays the universe's game.

With the ever growing day after day after night come day, it's all the same. A cycle to repeat itself until the end of time and the beginning of life reborn anew. He is to live this life until eternity ends with the Gods whispering to each other of the boy they used to adore.

Left to be forgotten like the crying souls.

°°°
George dreams.

Dream orders some hot chocolate.

(inspired and follows the end credits of Minecraft, but knowing the end credits is not needed for the plot of this ff)