"...I'm tired."
After collecting the dream fragment from Viola's dream, I visited two more dreams back-to-back.
The third dream I entered was, like the first one, overflowing with the dreamer's desires.
The moment I stepped inside, I was met with a dazzling sight—a lavishly decorated room glittering with gold and silk. A man dressed in luxurious clothes greeted me, his every movement oozing pretentious elegance. His words were laced with self-importance, but oddly enough, his attitude toward me was warm, almost reverent.
Thanks to that, I was able to move freely through his dream without any resistance.
He guided me with a proud smile through his extravagant mansion until we arrived at a grand bedroom, more ostentatious than any royal chamber. Velvet curtains, gold-trimmed furniture, a chandelier sparkling like a crown—and on the enormous bed lay the man himself, smiling blissfully, lost in his perfect little world.
A dream filled with fulfillment and self-indulgence.
