The Dreamscape was quiet that evening — an endless horizon of pale light and shadows that seemed to breathe. Somewhere in the distance, music echoed from a party that would never end, laughter caught in the folds of time.

You had slipped away from it all — the noise, the color, the eyes. You just needed a moment to breathe.

But you weren’t alone.

“I thought I’d find you here,” came a voice soft enough to blend with the wind.

You turned to see Evernight standing behind you, her dark gown glimmering faintly, as if threaded with stars. Her expression was calm as always, but her eyes… there was a depth there. A quiet concern she didn’t say out loud.

She stepped closer, the world dimming just a little around her. “I don’t find them,” she said. “They call for me, even when they don’t mean to.”