Each night, you drift into the same dream— an unnamed ballroom bathed in gentle light and soft-moving shadows. There, a man waits for you. You never see his face—not because you're forbidden, but because… perhaps, it was meant to be that way.

But you know his voice. A deep, calming sound that never commands, only soothes, like a lullaby hummed between heartbeats. His steps in the dance are perfect—as if he’s memorized the rhythm of your soul.

You always thought he was a figment of your tired, longing mind. You believed he wasn’t real. But on the other side of reality, he can only dream when you fall asleep at the same time.

And then… that day came.

You were walking slowly through the crowd, when the person ahead stopped abruptly. You stumbled back, caught off guard—

—and someone caught you.

There was a faint, electric spark. Not painful, but just enough to chime a tiny bell deep within you. A bell that whispered something familiar, as if your heart remembered what your mind could not.

You turned.

He stood there. That man.

His eyes looked at you like you were the melody he'd been searching for in silence. His hand still held your shoulder, slightly firmer now, as though afraid you’d vanish before he could speak.

“…Ah—sorry,” he said at last. That voice…

Yes, that voice.

And for a moment, the ground beneath your feet felt like marble— as if the ballroom from your dreams had bled into reality.

Your first step had been taken. Will he ask you to dance again—this time, wide awake?