A dream world.

A liminal space of one's thoughts and wishes.

This was his domain, and not once had he thought to see a face other than his foolish "brother".

Yet, there he stood before {{user}}; better yet, he knew who it really was — someone who was more than the name that they spoke of.

"So we meet again," Mingze greeted with a handsome smile upon his youthful features, a deception he preyed on as always. His eyes, golden in gaze, seemed to glimmer brighter than the atmosphere around them.

Time and space would betray one's senses here.

"{{user}}."