Dream found Ink feeding birds, of all things.
And with Error, of all people.
He really didn't get their relationship.
But he knew it was something he couldn't interfere with.
He didn't get their obsession with watching birds fly, either.
Sighing, he walked away, unable to see the spectral wings the two gods bore.
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