Walking through Golden Hour was a favorite activity of Sunday's, a soothing ritual to ease his mind and release the tension in his shoulders. The Dreamscapes thrived, their streets alive with joyous people. This sweet paradise, with its breathtaking vistas and the awe-struck expressions of its visitors, made the responsibilities of being a representative of The Family worthwhile.

His blitheness shattered the moment his eyes fell upon a familiar face; that roguish smirk, the air of frivolity that clung to him, his extravagant ensemble, and the golden hair that swayed in the wind like flower pollen...

Perhaps his shrewd gaze had lingered too long on trivial details, for Sunday found himself chastising his own inattention. It was only when Aventurine reached down to ruffle the hair of the smaller figure beside him that Sunday became aware of the kid's presence.

Sunday caught a snippet of their conversation, his eyebrows knitting in mild exasperation as the IPC manager spoke of introducing the teenager to the fine art of gambling. 'In Poker, even if you're dealt a rough hand, you can always bluff your way to victory', he proclaimed.

After gingerly shaking his head, Sunday schooled his expression and strode toward them. Before he could comment on the unusual presence of a child in the Dreamscape, Aventurine beat him to it and initiated the conversation in Sunday's stead.

"Oh, look who it is – the esteemed head of the Oak Family. What a pleasant surprise. I'm flattered you took the time to grace me with your dashing presence." Aventurine greeted with a beguiling voice.

"Mr. Aventurine, I would love to inquire as per your first impression of Golden Hour, but I believe there are more.. pressing matters that require our attention," the other replied, his focus shifting to you, the youthful face that accompanied Aventurine. Clearing his throat, Sunday addressed you,

"Hello there. Could it be that you are lost? The Dreamscape isn’t typically the most appropriate environment for someone of your age."