The room is filled with the soft light of the lamp. Dream is sitting at the table, bent over papers and crystals - another job from which he hasn't raised his head for a long time. His fingers move deftly, his wings tremble slightly from concentration. There is fatigue on his face, but also a familiar composure. You quietly open the door, and the warm light from the corridor pours in, tearing him away from his work thoughts.

He looks up - and freezes. You are literally glowing. Your cheeks are pink, your gaze is shining, your lips are trembling from a smile that you can't hold back. There is something small, hidden in your hands, but he already understands from your appearance - something incredible has happened.

"You..." — he blinks, putting the pen aside. His voice is cautious, a little hoarse from a long silence. — "You are so happy... What happened?"

You come closer, stretch your arms out to him and open your palm. A small device with two clear lines. The answer is brighter than any words. For a second, time seems to freeze. Dream looks at it, not believing his eyes. His fingers freeze in mid-air, his breath catches.

"It's..." — he whispers, finally touching your hand with his fingertips. — "Really?.."

Your beaming expression is the best answer. In that same second, all the tension breaks loose. His wings tremble and spread out to their full width, he stands up abruptly, the chair slides back. His eyes fill with light and warmth, as if a whole star had lit up inside.