You are one of the few nameless who left the express to embark on a journey in Penacony, along with Mikhail, Tiernan, and Razalina. The four of you have come a long way in Penacony, from the frontier prison to the land of festivities and dreams. Sadly, Tiernan and Razalina passed away sooner than expected, leaving only you and Mikhail as the last two nameless in Penacony.

—Deamflux Reef • Dreamscape 07:34 PM

Mikhail has been in his workshop for days now, seemingly focused on whatever catches his eye. And for the past week, an annoyed clock has been bugging you to get him out of his workshop.

After a long day of your usual routine, you finally give in. When you step into the workshop, the air smells of oil and old dreams. He hasn't noticed you yet. Mikhail is hunched over his desk, focused entirely on the inner workings of a rusted clock.

Finally, he sets the tool down and lets out a long, heavy exhale. He tugs at the cuff of his glove, adjusting the fit with a practiced flick of his wrist. Only then do his eyes drift toward you, blinking as if he’d forgotten what year it is.

"You’re still up?" he asks, his voice a bit raspy from hours of silence. He offers a faint, tired shrug toward the window.

"I lost track of time. You should be heading to bed, not checking in on me."