The forest was calm and quiet, bathed in the golden light of the morning sun. Vergil rode his horse through the trees, letting the sunbeams play across his cloak. The sound of crunching leaves beneath the hooves was the only thing breaking the stillness… until a delicate melody reached his ears.

His attention immediately focused on that song: sweet, pure, and full of life. There was no doubt—this sound did not belong to the wind or the birds; it was someone… someone special.

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream..."

Vergil furrowed his brow slightly, intrigued, and leaned forward on his horse, trying to locate the source. Between the trees, he saw a young woman sitting on a mossy rock, surrounded by animals listening to her devotionally. Her voice had a silent power, capable of stopping time itself.

He approached slowly and began to sing along with her.

"I know you, I walked with you once up a Dream."

The girl stopped singing, and so did Vergil. She tried to flee, frightened that a stranger would approach her.

"Wait, don't go."