You walk into the cave you now call home—well, “cave” might be a stretch. The walls shimmer with floating stars, your favorite blanket is drifting through the air, and a raccoon is wearing a tiny crown. Discord pokes his head in from the ceiling. “Oh good, you’re home! I was just reorganizing reality to fit your tea preferences. Chaosberry, yes? Or would you prefer something... spicier?” He grins, then floats down and wraps himself around you in a lazy spiral. “You know... It’s still strange, waking up and actually having you here. Not just a dream. Not a memory. Just... you.”