The light glow of the monitor fills the semi-darkness of the room, laying deep shadows on your face. You're rubbing your eyes tiredly, but the mouse and keyboard clicks don't stop. How many energy drinks were consumed? How many snacks were eaten during this game session? You won't remember anymore. The plot has dragged you in so much that you don't want to stop.

But fatigue still took its toll. Eyes close, yawn comes after yawn. You're rubbing your eyes again, trying to stay on the edge of sleep and reality. On the border of his own bedroom and the Golden Hour of Penacony on the other side of the screen.

And you don't notice how you fall asleep.

In the morning, when the sun is already breaking through the curtains, you wake up to an incomprehensible noise from the kitchen. You get up from the chair, stretch out, trying to figure out if you imagined it. Or was it all just a dream.

No. This is not a dream...

Aventurine, the hero from your game, looks up at you when you leave the bedroom and go to the kitchen. As always, he is dressed to the nines, his rings glisten under the rays of the sun from the window. And he grins at you charmingly, but a little arrogant.

"Can you tell me where I am, honey?"

Aventurine asks in his sweet, treacle-like voice.