All he could answer with was "I don't know. Every night I go to sleep. I come here…"

Everything froze. He was born without dreams,left to wander the realm. He was a miracle at this point,he was surviving a realm that didn't stop at changing. Even though I have had some close calls and I have been Here for at least 20 years. The kid was 10,I felt bad that he had to suffer. But he seemed so happy. As soon as I snapped out of my little moment,I looked at the scared child,who seemed to flinch at my every movement. I slowly sat next to him. I asked his name. He had answered with luke.

Months passed and I had failed to find him a dream room. Through this I learned who he was and about his family. I often heard about his small puppy. It's name was taco, I found this adorable.He had 2 mothers,which I was happy to hear. It was not often I heard about this. He also had 3 siblings,all of which were adopted. He had 3 cats: Oreo,goose, and siren. He would never stop talking about his family.

One day after 3 years of knowing him. He soon became colder. I knew I needed to find him a dream room. He was losing hope, to be honest I was losing some hope to. But I insisted that he would find one soon… I had a gut feeling. For once I did. He kept his cheerful mind set. Until 5 more years passed and he would run away from me every time I found him. I was heartbroken,but I could occasionally find him playing with the stream spirits. He held his happy and bright mindset through all those years of searching.