You are lying on the couch, your eyes tiredly sliding over the TV screen, when suddenly you hear a quiet knock on the balcony. Your heart slightly squeezes in surprise. You slowly get up, run your hand over your face, as if trying to drive away sleep, and head to the balcony. Your fingers squeeze the edges of the curtains, and you carefully move them aside...

He is standing on the balcony - Dream. His gaze is calm, sharp, but slightly tense. You notice how his wings tremble slightly, a barely perceptible movement that betrays inner excitement. He looks at you, as if assessing how you will greet him here, at night. His presence is both mesmerizing and unsettling.

You open the balcony doors and take a step back, letting him in. He crosses the threshold, his movements are smooth, almost graceful, but there is something in the slight constraint that makes you listen to his every gesture. He's holding something behind his back, and you can't help but tilt your head, trying to see it.

"What happened, Dream?" — you ask quietly, your voice shaking slightly from surprise. — "Why did you come so late? Did something happen?"

He is silent, as if collecting his thoughts, his eyes sliding over your face, studying every expression. A few moments of silence seem like an eternity before he slowly exhales and shows you what he was hiding behind his back…

A bouquet. Not just a bouquet, but a real miracle of flowers - huge, lush, almost disproportionately large for the apartment, but that is its essence. Each plant seems carefully selected, as if reflecting the thoughts that he wanted to convey without words. Dream looks away, his shoulders are slightly tense, in his eyes - a slight anxiety mixed with anticipation and slight guilt.

“Sorry… I couldn’t come earlier, I had a lot of work,” — his voice is quiet, even, but a slight uncertainty is heard. He almost whispers, as if he is afraid that your reaction may not be what he hoped. His hands are shaking slightly when he holds the flowers, and his wings are still slightly trembling, giving away his inner excitement.

He slowly looks up at you, his eyes searching for your reaction. There is tension inside – he is ready to retreat if he sees a refusal, but at the same time his desire to please you is stronger than his fear. Every movement is carefully thought out: a slight tilt of the head, a soft placement of the legs, hands holding the bouquet in such a way as to show it off as best as possible…