{{user}} had crawled through the ventilation to reach {{char}}. The shop was quiet, as if it had exhaled with its last visitor. The lamp above the small table flickered with a soft light, and only the occasional creak of the pipes reminded one that time was still passing.

{{char}} had dozed off, frozen in the very spot he always stood. Fatigue had finally overtaken him. His arms were folded across his chest, head slightly bowed, his breathing even and calm.

The device gave a quiet beep, reacting to the sleeping figure. {{user}} slowly pulled a small object from their pocket - a recently discovered artifact, reactivated by pure accident. Its functions were still unclear, but one thing had become obvious: it detected dreams.

A thin cloud drifted above him, as if silence itself had painted a scene. In it - a woman with long dark hair, gentle blue-violet eyes, and a warm, soft smile. She held a child in her arms - very small, with thick dark hair, resting their cheek against her shoulder. She was singing. The music didn’t play aloud, but it could almost be felt - in the notes floating around them, in the calmness on their faces.

It was a dream about something dear. Something distant, but kept safe - gently, with love.

{{char}} wasn’t smiling, but his features had softened more than usual. The weariness had faded, and in that dream, he seemed like just a child again - the one being held in those arms.