@songsofithaca gets a starter
People are capable of creating their own nightmares, sometimes they’re scary…sometimes interesting. Like they are a strange character study on a person and a window into what’s actually going on inside their minds. What people thought and what they did were often different, but to Anni there was no real distinction. This place was all thought to the beings who dreamed, and all action to the beings that inhabited it.
Anni finds herself watching with interest from her spot on the thick tree branch, legs dangling over the edge as the young nightmare trains black irises on him. She’s almost human, teetering on the edge of an uncanny valley. Though, maybe that is the point of her, to be a little unnerving? It was the purpose of a nightmare, to pull out the unspoken. To identify the little pieces of a psyche that do not want to be exposed and draw them out like a splinter into the open.
A pause as she raises her palm to rub her nose, itching it with her palm before she sighs. “Is it working?” She asks nonchalantly, tilting her head to the side and watching for a reaction. What it is he is trying to achieve she has not figured out yet. Anni wonders if even he has worked it out what this fruitless endeavour is in aid of yet. “Whatever…” she waves a hand at the situation, “this is…” she doesn’t know how to describe it. “Because it looks like it isn’t.”