[Dream hisses through his teeth, and for a second he is a large black cat, and then he is not, and everything around them is flickering in a similar way, vacillating between what existed moments before and what exists in the half-library of now. Like fractal pieces, falling apart.]
The baku— It’s—
[Hungry! Hungry!
He cannot finish his sentence. Pieces of the dream stream away like ribbons of sand, siphoning away solidity, and color, and the very spirit of what their surroundings may represent, and begin to snake in his direction. They swirl towards Dream, bleeding into him, as all he can do is clutch at his face and—
Feel that wrongly impossible sensation of being sated.]
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The baku— It’s—
[Hungry! Hungry!
He cannot finish his sentence. Pieces of the dream stream away like ribbons of sand, siphoning away solidity, and color, and the very spirit of what their surroundings may represent, and begin to snake in his direction. They swirl towards Dream, bleeding into him, as all he can do is clutch at his face and—
Feel that wrongly impossible sensation of being sated.]