When he woke, he knew he was a God.

Protector of the end, and the DreamSMP server.

This was in his code, a knowledge of what should be would be.

He was XD, DreamXD.

Yet... he knew that his 'birth' should not have happened, for all Gods such as he was born from a death.

For there core was born from the soul and body of one could say died, he was XD yet he was also Dream.

He lost and gained many things through his death and rebirth, the mortality that made the players so bright. They were mayflies in a speck of time, precious and so fragile.

Yet... why did someone wear the fact of who he once was?

A False Admin, wearing his face.

It was hard to be concerned, curious yes... but unless it concerned the his duty or he was somehow summoned it meant nothing to him.

Strange... to think loss of mortality would make him loose interest in all he once cared for, he still cared but not in the same way. That connection between himself and once friends was long ago snapped, he was a bit annoyed that they couldn't tell the False Dream apart from his pst self as this False one was rather violent.

Funny enough, George somehow called upon him.

The mortal once friend didn't realize he was calling from a fragment of his soul, the part of him that grieved and recognized this 'Dream' was not his Dream.

'Could I?' XD thought wondering, after all George was summoning him.

So he followed the summon, it would be rather... interesting.

After all, Gods even once Mortal ones didn't remember how to act mortal.

Yeah...

This was going to be rough.