#it's called

Kinger is a valid gender in 2026

Dream gently holds Night to his chest. They're under the tree, at night, and it's breezy. They don't have anything but each other. The light shines down at them. They're complete. Two beings of a whole. Until the illusion subsides, of course. Dream wakes up. Alone. Even surrounded by people, he's alone. He doesn't fit in anymore, too Different from others. He misses Nighty. There's nothing he can do. He can only hope that since Mare has found community, even as a bad guy, maybe he can do the same.

excuse me i just found a game where you sort over 3,000 books in a fantasy library. no part of that sentence will let me do anything other than play it immediately, i'll let you all know how it goes.