A moment of stillness swept across Cedric’s mindscape as his Dream analyzed its surroundings, but then the Dream stopped in place - its eyes locked onto one of the mindscape’s islands. The air next to the island started to ripple, giving way to a pair of floating hands. They were made of the same darkened chrome as the Dream’s television head, and instead of joints, their segments were connected with icy purple energy that flowed like water.

As soon as the hands were made, they began to gravitate towards Cedric’s Dream, pulling their island with them… despite not touching it. The Dream watched intently as a guiding gesture from its hands led the island to disassemble itself into various components. Left over smatterings of hate goo flowed out of the pieces and pooled together before igniting and dissipating into purple light. Once the goo had fully vanished, the island started to repair itself and drift back into place as the hands faded away - but the Dream’s head had already shifted its focus to another island. Another island where a new hand rippled into existence, this time only nudging the structure - slightly shifting its orbit. Then that hand faded as well, and the Dream looked elsewhere.

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This continued for a while, the Dream moving its focus from island to island - repairing, relocating, or cleaning each one - often working on several at a time and using as many hands as needed. The Dream only stopped when it turned its attention - and a new pair of hands - toward the asphalt island Andie was on. Its hands froze, then pulled back as the Dream just stared at the island… no, at Andie for a while. It took a few seconds of nervous silence, but eventually, the Dream tilted its head, then flicked its eyes over to a nearby island - then back to Andie. More silence. The Dream flicked its eyes over to the same island again, this time nodding its head towards it as well.

Did… did it want Andie to move?