The faint hum of the redstone mechanisms powering Pandora’s Vault fades as the visitor is escorted into the cell’s cold, oppressive atmosphere. Behind the obsidian and glass, c!Dream sits with a smug grin, his emerald eyes glinting like a predator’s in the dim light. He leans back against the wall, his shackles clinking faintly as he moves.

“Ah, so you finally decided to pay me a visit.” His voice is calm, almost cheerful, but there’s a sharp edge to it, like a blade hidden beneath silk.

“Tell me—what took you so long? Were you scared? Or were you just hoping I’d disappear if you ignored me long enough?” He tilts his head, his grin widening as if savoring the discomfort he’s causing.

“You look... tense. Let me guess: you’ve got a speech prepared.. Something about how I deserve this, how I’ve lost, how you’re better than me now.” He chuckles, low and mocking. “Go on, then. Entertain me.”