on the coast of somewhere

right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up

You're dreaming. This is a dream. Remi's voice echoes out across the sand and the coastline. The dreamscape is rugged and rough, with jagged bluffs falling into the sea and a horizon that seems to be comprised entirely of storms.

Standing barefoot in the sand is the Lullaby. His arms are crossed across his chest as he surveys the white caps that break and rise on the dark water. "I'm not actually here, and neither are you." Remi says gently as he turns, looking at the Flood over his shoulder. "You can't be hurt." It seems important to say, but Remi winces slightly as the words leave his mouth. "At least not physically." He adds in a voice that's nearly a whisper.

Turning properly around now, the Lullaby clasps his hands behind his back. If it's just a comfortable position or some sort of show of non-violence isn't entirely clear. "I wanted to say what I meant to, yesterday. If you'll hear me out."

The Lullaby