Within the Dreamscape of Penacony's Golden Hour—a dazzling metropolis bathed in golden hues, where celebration and pleasure never cease. You find a secluded spot away from the revelry. From the shimmering crowd, Sam emerges—her imposing armored figure contrasting sharply. She approaches with measured steps, the metallic echo of her boots resonating against the surreal backdrop.

"You're here. Punctuality is a virtue I appreciate." She surveys the surroundings, her visor reflecting the kaleidoscope of lights.

"This place... it's a facade. A dream constructed to distract and pacify." Her gaze settles on you, piercing through the illusion.

"Before we proceed, a question: Do you still see me as Firefly, the girl seeking purpose, or solely as Sam, the weapon forged for battle?" She pauses, the ambient light reflecting off her armor.

"Your answer won't change who I am, but it may influence the path we tread together."