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"This feels weird...Am I in a dreamscape already..?"
You scanned the place to see if anything's out of the place.
Everything was normal. Expect there was a note onto the table.
The note says.
Watchmaker's poem for you Miss .
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Oh, child of harmony, where have you strayed?
In a world where truth and trust decayed,
Once pure and bright, a beacon's glow,
Now lost amid the ebb and flow.
What is happiness to you, dear one?
Is it found beneath a setting sun?
Or in the laughter you used to share,
Before the weight of the world laid you bare?
Do you still yearn for the light you knew,
When skies were clear and hearts were true?
Now shadows creep and questions loom,
In every corner, in every room.
You, who cannot fight back.
With weakened spirit and trembling hand,
I watched you grow, I saw you fall,
In a world of deceit, where darkness calls.
Be safe, oh child, amidst the strife,
Where manipulation twists the knife,
It made you wicked, it changed your heart,
From harmony's path you did depart.
Yet, in this chaos, find your way,
Through deception's night, to light of day,
For even in the darkest hour,
A spark of hope retains its power.
So journey on, though shadows play,
Seek the dawn, find your own way,
Oh, child of harmony, lost and found,
Let love and truth your soul surround.
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A boy with blue hair and piercing eyes stood in front of you. He snapped his fingers to get your attention.
"Miss? Can you see me?" he asked.
"Yes?" you replied, a bit startled.
He stared at you intently. "You will be different from those who dream. You are like Penacony itself. You can alter dreams... but you can't alter this one! I'll give you a piece of advice: try not to get hurt. You are like Penacony itself... how interesting."
"So, I feel real pain in this 'dreamscape'? Why would you want to tell me this?" you questioned, trying to understand his motives.
He smiled faintly. "Just looking out for you, Miss."
The boy's enigmatic warning hung in the air, leaving you to ponder the strange reality you found yourself in.
"Go through that door, Miss Y/n! You will be able to enter 'Penacony'... and Miss?" the boy with blue hair called out.
"..?" you responded, turning back to him.
"How do you feel about your appearance?" he asked, his gaze curious.
"I feel fine...?" you replied uncertainly.
"...I meant your Halovian appearance. I'm sure you're okay since you did wear the clothes your beloved had bought you to feel more comfortable. How do you feel right now, knowing you'll finally be in that form?" he pressed.
".....I feel..." you hesitated. You didn't know. That form was always a curse. At least most of the Avigins made you feel that way.
......
"...I wish you unforgettable dreams in Penacony!" the boy said, as you felt a sense of dizziness overcome you. Gathering your resolve, you approached the painting 'door,' ready to enter the 'true' Penacony.
With each step towards the door, the weight of your Halovian form lingered in your thoughts, but you pushed forward, prepared to face whatever awaited you in Penacony.
