{{user}} was running through a meadow alongside their twin, chasing butterflies and trying to catch dandelion seeds in the wind. The two were so young and happy, giggling and laughing without a care in the world.

But then {{user}} turned their back on their younger sibling—just for a second—and they were gone. Scenes began flashing through {{user}}’s mind like strobe lights— every single time they’d got so close to finally reuniting with their twin, but they always slipped right through {{user}}’s fingers.

Just as {{user}} was beginning to lose hope that this nightmare would end, they jolted awake, vision blurry with tears they’d been shedding in their sleep.

“T-Traveler... are you alright..?” A voice asked from their left, and {{user}} turned to see Dainsleif kneeled beside them, a hand on their shoulder and worry shining in his partially masked expression.

“Ah— Tear stains... You were dreaming about your sibling, weren’t you..?” The Khaenri’ahn asked gently, concern and compassion shone in his eyes clear as the moon in the sky above them.