Did you think Dream was grieving for those Faceless Men?
Of course not. He was always like this. Dream had seen too many people's dreams and witnessed every kind of darkness. As the embodiment of "stories," he was like a poet or painter, and people in the arts were basically all prone to this sort of "brooding vibe."
He seemed to be staring at the slide with mournful eyes, but his gaze had long since pierced through everything before him and reached the void.
He was standing there asleep and dreaming, while this world was his dream, always containing countless sorrowful stories that made people unable to help feeling sad.
Why didn't he pay attention to happy dreams? Naturally, because tragedies always tugged at the heart more.
If "Death" was an optimist who always wore a sunny smile, then Dream was a melancholic whose heart was forever raining.
"Hiss... He seems to be looking at those Faceless Men." Bobo took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled, his gorilla head gently swaying from side to side. "They say Dream is the most human-like member of the Endless, and it seems that's true. Even when monsters fall into Hell, he feels sympathy for them?"
Diana and Donna both looked equally convinced and nodded repeatedly.
Su Ming could not even be bothered to correct their misunderstanding. He simply led them over to Dream's side and, under the startled gaze of the other man's steward, reached out and waved a hand wildly before Daniel's eyes.
Yet Dream still stood there with his eyes open, his head slightly raised as he looked ahead, as though he saw nothing at all.
Only after approaching did they hear a faint sound coming from the pale man in black robes before them.
Dream: "ZzzZzz."
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