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Life for Dream and I was pretty good. Despite living in New York, we have everything we could possibly need in life. Stable job, good home. I wouldn't be where I was today if it weren't for my best friend. We had our whole lives ahead of us, But I never expected the day where everything fell apart. It started with a common cold, then progressed to seizures and claimed voices in his head. Of course, we tried to write it off as work fatigue. As the weeks went on, however, I noticed Dream moving deeper into insanity, as his behaviour shifted from explosive violence to being completely unresponsive for weeks. Despite every test coming back negative and every scan coming back clean, it was obvious Dream was fading away, and now I'm running out of time to find a cure for my best friend.
Dust in The Wind
