“He’s the one who sleeps. The dreamer in the dream. When he wakes it’ll all be gone. He dreams ahead and lives it all. We’re figments of his imagination, acting on his instincts without even knowing. Pretending we’re real because we’re meant to do so. One day he’ll wake up and all of this will be gone. He’ll stretch his muscles and crack his bones.” The girl cried as she listened to her nightmares getting realised.
“Shh, be strong and have a heart darling, cause he sure won’t.” She sniffed and stopped crying and thanked the seer for his help. After all these questions answered though, she still wondered why her dolls stared back at her when she wished to have a quite night.