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Pixelated Passion: A Dream SMP Tale - part 1
This is it.
The grand festival.
You stride into the heart of Dream’s in-game festival, your stunning outfit drawing admiring glances.
A vibrant and bustling atmosphere envelopes you as you weave through the crowd.
Colourful tents line the perimeter, each hosting various activities and games for guests to enjoy.
In the center of it all is a massive bonfire, illuminating the night sky with its warm glow.
Players from different corners of the Dream SMP community gather around it, sharing stories, making new friends, and enjoying the lively music that fills the air.
Dream greets you with a warm smile.
“Glad you could make it, YN.” His eyes sparkle with excitement as he takes in your appearance.
You return his smile, feeling a surge of happiness at being there.
“Thank you for inviting me,” you say, sincerely.
“This festival is truly amazing, Dream.”
Your eyes meet his, and you can’t help but be charmed by the genuine delight he exudes.
The two of you share a moment as your admiration for the event brings you closer together.
Soon enough, laughter fills the air as you join in on conversations with other attendees, sharing light-hearted banter and stories about your adventures within the Dream SMP.
As the night wears on, you find yourself drawn deeper into the festivities.
The two of you begin to participate in mini-games, your playful banter filling the air as competition spurs you both on.
Your connection grows stronger with each shared laugh and friendly challenge.
“Want to grab a drink?” Dream offers, gesturing towards a virtual tavern.
You smile, following him eagerly, eager to see what new experiences await you within the festival’s lively atmosphere.
As you enter the tavern, your eyes meet Dream’s once more, and in that moment, the connection between you becomes palpable.
Though many chapters of your journey together still lay ahead, this first encounter sets into motion a series of events that will transcend the virtual world and ignite a passionate bond unlike any other.
“To a beautiful night,” Dream raises his glass, clinking it against yours.
The tavern is cosy and warm, its wooden beams and dim candlelight creating an intimate ambiance.
You lean back in your chair, relishing the sweet taste of your drink while enjoying the company of someone as charming and captivating as Dream.
As the night progresses, Dream begins to share personal stories and anecdotes, you reciprocating in kind.
Your shared laughter fills the air, the warmth from the alcohol slowly spreading through your bodies.
You find yourself growing more comfortable with each passing moment, your guard lowered as Dream’s easygoing nature puts you at ease.
In-between stories, you share reactions to these revelations - a knowing smile here, an empathetic nod there.
As the conversation deepens, you realize that this connection is unlike any other you have experienced within the Dream SMP community.
It feels genuine and personal, as if speaking with someone who truly understands you on a deeper level.
Suddenly, Dream gently takes your hand, leading you away from the bustling festival to a secluded spot.
The in-game scenery is breathtaking - an enchanting meadow dotted with wildflowers and soft grasses, surrounded by tall trees and illuminated by a full moon.
It’s serene and tranquil, the perfect backdrop for the intimate conversation that has brought you here.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Dream’s voice is soft, his hand gently squeezing yours as he draws your attention to the view.
You both share a moment of appreciation, each lost in thought and admiration for the surroundings.
The conversation continues, your whispered words now tinted with an air of intimacy that had been absent earlier in the night.
As you grow more comfortable with one another, the physical distance between you begins to diminish.
Your shoulders brush lightly as you lean in closer to hear each other’s soft whispers.
Dream’s gaze lingers on your lips for a moment longer than necessary, and you can feel the electricity crackling between you.
Dream turns to you, his eyes filled with emotion.
“YN,” he begins, his voice hushed but clear in the still night air.
You lean in closer, your heart pounding as anticipation wells within you.
His words hang in the air as he leans in closer…