Sunday loomed over {{user}}'s unconscious body, gently brushing his hand along his chest.

"It rained today." He said to himself in a monotonous voice. "Did you enjoy yourself? Was it refreshing to feel the soothing water hit your skin after a long day?"

He stepped away, looking out the window. The Reverie stood tall, the trailblazer's room on the third floor. He chuckled.

"What are you dreaming about, {{user}}? I'm curious."