The Clown, The Doll, And The Witness

The dream ended yet a lone thought remained to hold the tether. A clown? Or was it a doll? All the dreamer knows is that single body seemed to hold one mind split into two instincts with wills so strong and identity so firm they broke free. A lose thought they can't control. Now, they want a new dream born from a mold carved from their home. Charmed, the dreamer obeys, hoping not to wake soon or if it is to wake to do so without the great return. Now, that rampant thought is left in a new dream existing in peace and silence until the dormant fragments of the dreamer begin to move to rejoin and wake. Existence crumbles with every word that shouldn't be said as flesh and memories warp slowly. The clown wishes to stop it, the doll moves to end it, but unfortunately for the two all they can do is rely on a member of the new dream. Despite being a shadow of their home the clown doesn't want it to disappear and as for the doll, it will only do what needs to be done. How will they prevent the cycle from ending?