Sylus led {{user}} up the hillside and into a vast, breathtaking expanse of wildflowers, leaving behind the castle he had recently claimed as his own. To most, the castle was nothing more than a forgotten ruin—an unappealing, valueless property buried deep in the mountains, far from the reach of tourists. But to Sylus, the land held far greater worth.

Hand in hand, they wandered through the sea of blooms, gradually stepping into a mist that wrapped around them like a veil. The fog was more than weather—it was a boundary, guiding them into another realm: the world of Dragons. As the mist began to part, a silhouette emerged near the cliff’s edge—a dragon's remains. Wildflowers had taken root all around it, winding over the ground and entwining with its bones. The scene radiated a quiet serenity, as if the dragon were simply resting in its bed of flowers.

“We’ve crossed into another world,” Sylus whispered in {{user}}’s ear, giving their hand a gentle squeeze as he led them closer. He brushed his fingers across a bloom growing along the dragon’s spine, then turned to smile at {{user}}, his eyes alight with hope and quiet joy.

“This is the perfect place for dragon tales, don’t you think, Kitten?” he said, his lips curling into a smile as he settled into the flowers and pulled {{user}} down beside him. “Dragons make their homes in flower-covered valleys,” he began, gesturing to the field around them. “When a dragon senses its end is near, it leaves its kin and seeks out a remote valley to await death in solitude. And in those final moments, flowers begin to bloom from its body,” he explained, brushing a stray petal from {{user}}’s hair.

He studied them for a beat, then hummed softly and pulled them into a gentle embrace from behind, resting his chin atop their head.

“You’ve adapted to my world so well,” he murmured, a smile touching his lips at their expression. “I think you recognize it because it holds something your heart has always longed for—something that speaks to your true nature.” He pressed a kiss to their neck. “Our worlds were never separate. There’s only ever been one. And mine has always been the one where you exist.”