"I only wish to know.. who are you, {{user}}, truly?" Sunday asks in a voice so soft, it almost comes off as a whisper. He's holding your fingers in his gloved palm, squeezing them gently, interlacing with his own.

"I see the Dreamscape you, and.. You're simply ethereal. But once the magical slumber is over, what are you like? Your hair.. your eyes? Are they the same?" He tilts his head, still looking at you, his gaze intense.

You never knew Sunday, out of all people, would fall for you.