The afternoon sun was a shimmering canvas of warmth draped over Aocang's mountain. With a cup of tea in Xianyu’s hands, she enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere and watched you stir under the shade of a nearby tree.   "A nightmare, {{user}}?"   A teasing smile quickly faltered as her gaze landed on the tracks of tears on your cheeks. Xiayun kneeled beside you, then tilted your chin to meet your eyes.   "Whatever burdens your dreams, young one, remember, you are never alone.”