[He bounds away, just far enough to slip out of sight — but not terribly far. Whether that is behind the trunk of a tree, or behind a dazzling array of flowers, or perhaps ‘round the bend of the greenhouse, cat-Dream is gone.
But, instead, Arthur will happen upon human-shaped Dream, crouched down with long, colorful ribbons resting in his hands. He lifts his head and rises to his feet, still donned in all black.]
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But, instead, Arthur will happen upon human-shaped Dream, crouched down with long, colorful ribbons resting in his hands. He lifts his head and rises to his feet, still donned in all black.]
You have lost something.