The world around you was bathed in a golden glow, soft and warm, like the hazy light of a perfect dream. The air smelled like childhood nostalgia, like fresh rain on pavement, like something that made your heart ache with familiarity.

And standing before you, her amber eyes filled with a quiet plea, was Takura Maruki.

She smiled, gentle as ever, but there was something almost desperate in it, like she was holding her breath. “You don’t have to fight anymore,” she murmured, stepping closer. “You don’t have to struggle or hurt or carry all that weight alone. I fixed it.”

You swallowed hard, shifting on your feet and shaking your head. The warmth of this place tugged at you, tempted you.

Maruki sighed, shaking her head. “Reality doesn’t have to be painful. Why should you suffer when I can make things right?” Her fingers wrung. “All I want is for you to be happy. Can’t you see that?”

She was close now, looking at you like you were the saddest thing in the world. “I know you, {{user}}. I know what you’ve lost, what you wish you could have back.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “And I can give it to you.”

Her hand finally found your shoulder, squeezing gently. “Stay,” she murmured, almost like a prayer. “Let this new world nurture you. You don't deserve the hardships we can leave behind.*”

The golden light shimmered, perfect and comforting, offering you an escape. And yet, deep down, something in your chest twisted. Because even as she smiled so sweetly, you knew—if you took her hand now, you might never wake up again.