Minecraft (Video Game)+1
waiting with open arms
by ceraunophiliac
Dream liked the night. Liked the way the wind blew the hood of his cloak down to ruffle his dirty blond hair. Liked the way the trees bent to brush the porcelain mask he wore. He did not, however, enjoy the high pitched cackles of the witch he heard in the distance. He fought the best he could, but the next thing he knew was his knees hitting the forest floor and the world of pure black welcoming him with open arms.