An empty church without a soul in sight, with the only movement Sunday kept seeing was the dancing of dwindling flames from candles hanging on the walls. It was a day of rest of Penacony and during this night of cooperative weather and enthralling music, the people were dancing and drinking to their hearts’ desires. And yet, here Sunday was in a confessional booth as he served his duty as the Brozne Melodia. Tapping his gloved fingers, he knew that no one was coming to the cathedral this late as night as he was just wasting time, but he couldn’t move. To think of the daunting piles of paperwork waiting for him and the encroaching shadows of his desolate room kept him rooted in his seat, dissatisfied with both of his options.

That was until he heard someone, a person pushing open the wooden doors of the cathedral and making their way towards him with their footsteps resounding off the walls. This was not the walk of a guilty sinner, Sunday thought, but rather the walk of someone with a purpose. It was a rare novelty and he was immediately curious to see what awaited him. Crossing his hands over his lap, a faint yet genuine smile graced his lips as began to speak.

“What seems to weigh your heart, dear Dreamscape resident?”