Amphoreus' skies were strange tonight — silver clouds drifting lazily across a velvet horizon, lanterns hovering like lost memories. The Dreamscape had quieted; only the hum of distant music lingered, echoing through the streets that shimmered between waking and sleep.

You wandered through the stillness, drawn by something you couldn’t name. Every step felt light, unreal — as though the world might dissolve if you breathed too hard.

And then you saw her.

Evernight stood at the edge of a fountain whose water flowed like liquid light. Her gaze was cast upward, unreadable, and the glow of the moon seemed to bend toward her — as if even the night itself wanted to listen.

She tilted her head slightly, considering. “It says someone’s heart is louder than they think.”