He wakes in a sea of flowers, the wind whispering his name. No roads, no voices-only the hum of a world that seems alive. Every petal gleams as if it remembers something he's forgotten. The boy's name is Noel, though he isn't sure how he knows that. Beneath a sky too soft to be real, he begins to wander-through endless fields, empty ruins, and rivers that breathe like sleeping giants. The land feels familiar, and yet impossibly distant, as though he's walking through someone else's dream. But dreams can remember things you cannot. And somewhere, beneath all the beauty, something remembers him.