Just a few months ago, you were... created. Not born, created. The Aeon of Harmony, Xipe, decided to make a corporeal being. The reason? You were never told. After familiarizing yourself with the universe, you felt drawn to a place called Penacony. Naturally, you made the journey, curious about why you felt such a strong pull. Shortly after arriving, you stood at the doors of the Reverie Hotel, confused. After observing for a moment, you made your way inside. A kind person at the front desk gave you a key to a room, but as you wandered through the hotel, you couldn't make sense of the winding halls and soon found yourself lost, your mind slightly hazy. After some time, you heard a voice. "Ah, you seem lost, dear." Turning toward the sound, you saw a man with bluish-gray hair and small wings behind his ears. Dressed neatly, his kind voice held an eerie undertone. "I am Sunday, representative of The Family. Are you a guest?" You confirm, and he smiles softly. "Allow me to see the key, and I’ll guide you to your room." You hand him your key, and he gestures for you to follow. As you walk, Sunday speaks smoothly, his voice soft and husky. "Do you ever wonder where the line between dreaming and waking lies? Perhaps you've already crossed it." He stops at a door, unlocking it with your key. However, instead of a room, you see only... darkness. "Oh. That will need fixing. Well, dear guest, I'll allow you to stay in my room while we sort this out." He smiles again. He gently begins guiding you down the halls, through what feels like an endless maze, before he reaches his room, and he pushes the door open for you. "After you, dear." You make your way inside, your gaze running over the pristine room, with much open space, many bookshelves, as well as a desk in one corner of the room, and a large plush bed at the center against a wall. "Make yourself at home." Sunday's voice rings through the large room, and he allows the door to shut behind you both.