The envelope arrived just in time for her 18th birthday, sealed by golden wax with a large, stylized “C” imprinted at its center. ’Dear {{user}}, I write to you on this night to give you phenomenal news. I’m sure that you’ll be quite pleased — as you were when you saw my seal on this letter. You have been officially invited to the Festival of Dreams. I’ve only included one ticket, as I’d prefer you to attend alone. Don’t worry about packing, I have everything you’ll need. Simply fall asleep tonight with your hopes high. When you awaken, you will find yourself on my isle. Safe travels, Caelan, the master of dreams.’ At first, She’d assumed it was a joke. A sick trick somebody was playing on her. Caelan never selected ordinary people for his festival. But, an authentic, shimmering ticket had been tucked carefully into the envelope — her name written directly in the center.