[In the soft wake of the morning Sora shakes Vanitas awake. There's something cold in the air, maybe the chill of the morning winter or the snow slowly falling outside. Or maybe it's the way Sora's desperation echoes in his chest as he tries to wake Vanitas up. He's sleeping heavily but there's something wrong. Something deep and heavy that's contorting Vanitas' features. And Sora can't seem to wake him up.]
Vanitas, please! Wake up, you're having a nightmare!
[Dream recordings are vivid and bright, burning into Sora's own dreams like a burn across the skin. He can feel that something has made Vanitas dream of the worst things and he has to do something to reach out and bring him back. Please wake up. He's right here.]
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[In the soft wake of the morning Sora shakes Vanitas awake. There's something cold in the air, maybe the chill of the morning winter or the snow slowly falling outside. Or maybe it's the way Sora's desperation echoes in his chest as he tries to wake Vanitas up. He's sleeping heavily but there's something wrong. Something deep and heavy that's contorting Vanitas' features. And Sora can't seem to wake him up.]
Vanitas, please! Wake up, you're having a nightmare!
[Dream recordings are vivid and bright, burning into Sora's own dreams like a burn across the skin. He can feel that something has made Vanitas dream of the worst things and he has to do something to reach out and bring him back. Please wake up. He's right here.]