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It happened, dream won.
he walked over, tears blooming from his socket,
and touched the corrupted apple, of his brother.

Nightmare was sure to perish. He was supposed to die.

but he didn't, the tar like substance cracking, hardening and falling, revealing more, and more, pooling at the others feet. looking over,

seeing the gray, bare bones, of his long, lost, 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
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