As the guest walked away, Robin's brow furrowed even tighter.
Sunday noticed her unease and asked with concern, "What's wrong, sister?"
Robin glanced at the guest's departing figure. "This is supposed to be the land of dreams, so why do people live like this? That man just now… he wasn't happy at all. No matter how sweet the Dreamscape is, it's an intangible illusion, yet he treats it as his only reason to live, even abandoning his future in reality… This can't be called 'living.'"
Sunday gave a faint smile. "Hmm, is that so… But to me, this is exactly how ordinary people live."
"Why do you say that?"
"You said that man living for the Dreamscape isn't 'living,' but that's not true. Even without Penacony, people live in their own illusions—illusions called 'self-worth.'
People always believe they're destined to achieve some kind of value. Gaining that value means power, while those without it are deemed weak.
But value isn't created out of thin air; its total sum has a limit. To achieve so-called value, people must take it from others. And so, the weak are exploited, oppressed…"
[Is this a debate?]
[Remember that bird from earlier? Their ideals were already clashing back then.]
[I really like these philosophical debates.]
[This kind of ideological clash is fascinating because it's a deeper level of conflict—not just mindless action.]
— —
After their brief exchange, the two prepared to delve deeper into understanding the Dreamscape.
They then encountered two more people, both of whom, without exception, praised the Dreamscape.
Yet, flaws were also revealed in the process.
At the end of this segment, Sunday watched the guests with a satisfied smile. "There's always a way—Penacony is already on the right path."
Just then, a familiar figure appeared before the siblings, speaking in a playful, teasing tone. "Well, well—look who it is, the adorable Miss Robin!"
Robin's eyes widened in shock. "Huh? That's… me?"
"Brother! What a coincidence, we meet again."
Sunday's face hardened. "Show your true form. Your tricks won't work on us."
In the scene, a passerby walked through, and the fake Robin transformed back into Sparkle.
Robin said politely, "I heard a Masked Fool skilled in deception was invited… It seems that's you. Having fun?"
"Eh, so-so. The people here are too easy to fool. Give them a little bait, and they bite; when danger comes, they scatter like roaches. In short—dumb, rich, and scared of death!" Sparkle spread her hands, feigning helplessness.
But the next moment, Robin's voice sharpened. "If you've had your fun, you'd better leave soon. The melody of Harmony won't tolerate discord."
Sparkle pouted. "What? Now that the real deal's back, I'm useless? After all the help I gave the Family, this is so disheartening.
You should be thanking me. If I hadn't cleaned up this mess… Penacony would've been a total disaster by now, you know?"
[Haha, Sparkle's voice—I can't even, that teasing tone…]
[How do I put it? It's just… ugh, next!]
[Honestly, Sparkle is just… yeah.]
[Asakusa!]
[Oh, right, right, right.]
— —
Sunday: "That was a personal request from the Iris Family head and has nothing to do with us. Stand down, and don't disrupt the Charmony Festival any further."
Sparkle put her hands on her hips. "Charmony Festival? Hmph, who're you trying to scare? Think I don't know what you're all scheming, chicken-wing boy?
Let's not even talk about your thoughts. Our lovely Miss Robin here has made up her mind not to take the stage, hasn't she? After all, you've seen how ugly this Dreamscape is under Harmony's operation…
The 'land of dreams,' Penacony… is this really the paradise you two siblings wanted?"
"Silence!"
Sparkle raised her eyebrows dramatically, practically sticking out her tongue. "Getting mad, chicken-wing boy? Did I hit a nerve?"
[Haha, Aventurine's Preservation Path stock is rising.]
[He's mad, he's mad. Look, he's mad again!]
[That taunting skill is maxed out.]
[Aventurine's value keeps climbing.]
Finally, Robin spoke sternly. "Our agreement is none of your business, Fool. Leave now, or don't blame the Family for being unkind."
"Fine, fine~ I'm going. But, Miss Robin, I'd advise you to think carefully—can people living in this dream really escape pain and find true happiness?"
Robin: "…"
Seeing the siblings fall silent, Sparkle pulled out two buttons. "Hehe, I've done what I needed to do. Now, I'll just wait for the fireworks.
Here's a final gift for you two. If the Charmony Festival still goes ahead… make sure to use these at the performance. Don't lose them!
Bang—it'll be thrilling!"
With that, a goldfish floated by, and Sparkle vanished before their eyes.
Sunday let out a breath. "The cry of a raven in the distance… It seems the Dream Master is about to arrive."
— —
The siblings arrived at a certain location and, with nothing else to do, resumed their ideological clash.
From the Charmony Dove to dreams versus reality, and then to the fall of an Aeon.
Akivili took a stray hit.
At this moment, the number of comments surged, with viewers eagerly exchanging ideas online.
The debate reached its climax.
Robin: "If people don't live for the future, are they just living to exist? If Brother believes even Harmony can't save the plight of the weak, then which Aeon can realize our ideals?"
Sunday pondered for a moment. "People always forget that when the first bird took flight, the world's expectation for it… was that from then on, no fledgling would ever plummet to the ground."
As their conversation ended, the screen gradually faded to black.
At this moment, the voices of a young girl and boy emerged in the video.
The girl said, "If I could become a Tuner, I'd want to summon… Dominicus of the Symphonic Choir! I want to sing with everyone, spreading our wishes so everyone can feel happiness and joy."
The boy said, "Of course there is. But… it includes your wishes, everyone's wishes. It would be a true paradise where everyone could find peace."