He'll never learn, will he. He's being devoured.

Observe.

There's a word for constructs like Dream. It's in Slavic, I believe. One moment.

I do love Dream. With all of my capacity. And then some. Not to find the unspoken one.

I really wasn't expecting to see if the Sorceress would take my offer up regarding the book. Difficult to decipher.

Centuries ago, in a fit of frustration towards the eldest I crafted a text that would go against his eyes. A chance to defy Destiny.

My single mistake was --outside of entrusting it to Dream, was the giving it to humans. Especially the 'fickle' ones.

While yes, that text fulfilled the element that mortals pine for -- hope -- but the words in that book gave them too much power.

Too much of a good thing, best intentions worst outcomes, etc etc. I suppoooose I'll fix things before they get out of hand again.

Where am I? This is annoyingly cold. The vizier secludes itself in an endless tundra. That's...really boring.

Is this what sister does? In /those/ garments? Revolting.

There he goes.

Shouldn't you be stalking some poor shapeshifter? Or fixated to that Thief? I hear you enjoyed my peace offering. x.com/entertheendles…

Ugh, your voice is annoying me. Needlessly complex. As you were, big brother: a boring, controlling husk. x.com/entertheendles…

Desire Your brother is annoying.

She's worried. That's hilarious.

Wow. x.com/jesterpsycho/s…