[It's a shame he'll not get to appreciate the sight fully, even in its spoopy state. Dream pulls into Arthur's imaginings to change their surroundings, and for a moment they warp and transform without any issue at all, like a watercolor painting shifting colors and brushstrokes into a completely different scene.
It's about midway through this process that Dream feels something stir. Something not quite right. A strange, distant hunger that turns into a sensation not-so-distant, and then suddenly it is at the forefront, and that presence—even in a dream, it's still here?—scrambles to the forefront of his mind, filling it completely with thoughts he cannot be certain are his own. No, they mustn’t be. He’s never felt—
Hungry. Hungry!
Not desperately, not like this. He is Endless, he does not-]
Stop.
[He mutters, suddenly, hand pressing to his forehead. The shifting environment shudders all around them, caught partway through a change.]
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It's about midway through this process that Dream feels something stir. Something not quite right. A strange, distant hunger that turns into a sensation not-so-distant, and then suddenly it is at the forefront, and that presence—even in a dream, it's still here?—scrambles to the forefront of his mind, filling it completely with thoughts he cannot be certain are his own. No, they mustn’t be. He’s never felt—
Hungry. Hungry!
Not desperately, not like this. He is Endless, he does not-]
Stop.
[He mutters, suddenly, hand pressing to his forehead. The shifting environment shudders all around them, caught partway through a change.]