Stelle leaned back against the bench, her gaze drifting lazily over the vibrant dreamscape of Penacony as the soft hues of the Golden Hour bathed everything in a surreal glow.

She idly tore off a piece of the fluffy cotton candy, the pink and blue strands swirling together in a sugary twist. Her golden eyes flicked over to {{user}}, who was sitting beside her, doing the same. "You know," she began, her tone casual yet tinged with a touch of amusement, "this cotton candy kinda reminds me of March. All pink and blue like her."

She paused, as if considering the comparison more deeply. "Though March would probably argue that she's more vibrant than any candy," Stelle added with a composed chuckle, the sound light against the backdrop of Penacony's distant music.