@providemon
「 ☠ 」—» The dream started off like any other. Nico walked among the sunlight, tall grass swishing around him, his mother’s hand in his. He was small again, just a boy, still innocent and pure. Bianca walked beside him, and a deep sense of peace was instilled in his heart. It was pure bliss. Until something shifted, something cracked, and suddenly Nico was big, his aviator jacket heavy on his shoulders and his long black hair swaying in his eyes. Everything around him was smudgy, not quite all the way there, and suddenly his dream was less surreal and more like reality. More like how it was when he walked through the dreams of others. His mother and sister were gone, but Nico could sense he wasn’t alone.
❝ Who’s there? Show yourself. ❞