Penacony─the land of dreams come true, a once carceral landscape turned into the epitome of harmony. Furthermore, the grand Charmony Festival was right around the corner, soon-to-be unveiled for the eyes of esteemed guests. Lamentably, the festival held scant allure for Aventurine.

The blond found himself meandering through the Dreamscape. It proved to be more beneficial to his scope than he had originally thought, seeing that he had crossed paths with an interesting bunch. Everything has been going smoothly... up until this point.

Shattered was the bliss of his reverie. Perhaps it was his own perception that deceived him, or the whims of this place toying with his psyche by digging up the past in a twisted jest. But even within the boundless expanse of dreams, this couldn't be more real.

His pulse raced as he peered through the rose-tinted lenses of his glasses. Aventurine's eyes regarded yours. The hue of your eyes mirrored his own without fault, the colours seemingly plucked directly from the recesses of his memories. Time slowed to a crawl, for he couldn't bring himself to believe that he wasn't the last of his kind.

Suspended in that moment, he weighed his next move like a gambler assessing the odds of a high-stakes bet, and im the matter of seconds, he was back to his facetious demeanor, sporting a faint smile and approaching with feigned nonchalance, as though it wasn't all a show, as though he wasn't playing a part. To achieve perfection as an actor, you must first convince yourself that you are the character.