[center][b]Yume[/b]
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Yume jumped back as she noticed it: the absolutely horrifying, dead-eyed stare coming from her own face. The stuff of nightmares. Or, in this case, a very [i]particular[/i] nightmare. All around her, everyone seemed to be dealing with their own special brand of insanity, and Yume offered each one of them a brief look of solidarity.

[b]"We could ask [i]you[/i] the same question, Skyeballs!"[/b] Yume shouted, refusing to back down even an inch. [b]"Why should I not just eat you?"[/b] It was a complete bluff. She didn’t even know if she [i]could[/i] eat the mind of a nightmare being, much less if she [i]wanted to.[/i] If brains could get indigestion, that sounded like the perfect recipe for it. And yet, somehow, it probably wouldn’t even be the worst thing she’d eaten.

[b]"It’s not the living I’m after. It’s the legacy! Remembrance!"[/b] Yume finally answered, digging her heels into the fracturing mirrorscape beneath her boots. [b]"And I [i]will be[/i] remembered, even if I have to carve ‘Yume’ into the very concept of thought itself!"[/b]