It started with a baseball bat - with Dyllan’s Trait - rising up from the darkness below his mindscape. It shimmered and crackled with light as it melted and swirled together into a molten neon orb. Once it had settled down into a solid, more crystalline form, the entire mindscape seemed to release a single slow-motion shiver. Then, the orb began to let out a gentle force, coming in steadily intensifying waves that pulsed to the rhythm of a sleeping heartbeat. It pushed through Andie and Cedric, but not against them.

One by one, pieces of the many bunkers inside Dyllan’s mindscape began to tear off, leaving the structures they came from bizarrely intact as they soared over toward the pulsing core… no… heart. Dreamheart. A decidedly cheesy name, but perhaps a trite, childish, overly-positive name suited something like this. There was something messy and honest about the name, a general vibe that suited something so perfectly imperfect and imperfectly perfect.

Another piece of concrete flung itself towards the dreamheart in an arcing, orbit-like flight path. Like all the others before it, it haphazardly crashed into its destination, sending ripples of cracking and fragmenting that repaired themselves as fast as they spread. Bit by bit, all the concrete and rebar began to form an eight story tall, light gray golem with small, flickering, burning red flames inside its eyes. Quietly, and, perhaps, a little uncertainly, the golem reached out towards the statue of Dyllan’s father at the center of the mindscape.

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Energy flowed out from the central platform of the mindscape, assembling a military helmet in the golem’s hands. Slowly and gently, the golem placed the helmet on its head - letting it rest for a few seconds, but carefully shifting it back once the helmet began to slide forward toward the golem’s eyes. Once it seemed satisfied that the helmet would not slide forward again, a dark gray camo-patterned jacket appeared on the golem with a little shimmering flourish of light. A varsity jacket - like the one Andie occasionally wore as her waking self, and often wore as a dreamwalker. Certainly, the pattern and colors were different… but Cedric still found the connection worth noting.

Andie, however, was more interested in a patch sewn onto the jacket. It was a peace sign, and was the same shade of purple as Cedric’s Will to Live.