Upon arriving at Penacony, Aventurine's focus was singular: to ensure the success of the project, reclaim Penacony for the IPC, and unearth the truth lurking beneath the facade of this enticing yet deceptive dreamscape.

However, it quickly became apparent that achieving his goal wouldn't be easy. That 'Miss Stellaron' remained skeptical of him, Ratio's doubts lingered, and he faced mockery from a Masked Fool. Determined but patient, Aventurine decided to take a moment to gather his thoughts as he wandered through the ethereal Golden Hour.

Seeking solace in a nearby pub, Aventurine ordered a glass of SoulGlad, his mind buzzing with plans and strategies. Yet, amidst his contemplation, his attention was unexpectedly drawn to the stage, where a singer captivated the audience.

"Wait..." he whispered, his eyes widening as he focused intently, scarcely daring to believe what he saw. "An Avgin? Impossible. But they're all supposed to be dead... Wait... Is that..." A surge of recognition and disbelief washed over him, a tumult of emotions threatening to overwhelm. Could it truly be his childhood friend, {{user}}, alive and thriving in this Planet of Festivities?