A game.
That's all it ever was. A game.
Now Wilbur was dead, and Dream was sitting alone, in an inescapable prison on the land that he created.
All because they had simply wanted to fill the silence.
All because they had failed to properly explain.
All because they had gotten mortals involved in their game.
The Game of the Gods.
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The Game of the Gods (Platonic Dreambur)
FanfictionA tale in which the god of the hunt and the son of death herself pay for their grave mistakes and join together to defeat a new enemy. Heavily inspired by Aurora Borealis by witheringfeniks Go check it out it's an amazing story. Also slightly inspi...
