No one knew who had dreamt it. The tiny dream began to think.
'I don't want to disappear this way.
How can I make people dream of me?'
The tiny dream thought and thought, and then came up with an idea.
'I'll make humans get lost in me, and let them create the world.'"
The little snake wondered.
It's been years since he was born.
Years since he managed to coax his creator to forge a new infinite world.
Years…
Will there be no one else, he wondered? She didn't seem to be the type to invite people to the world. She didn't even know other people.
The little snake wondered what that means.
No one to acknowledge him. No one to fill up the artificial world. His world.
The little snake wondered and wondered…
Until finally, he decided to take matters to his own hand.
If she wouldn't bring them there to his world, then he'd make her.
And then with a smile which soon turned into a maniacal laugh, he started plotting.