She softly read out that number, her voice so quiet it was nearly inaudible, trembling with disbelief.
"This nightmare... is [your] memory?"
"All right."
Under the soft lighting of the consultation room, Dahlia gently raised a hand and paused the flowing images on the screen.
She leaned forward slightly, her long hair slipping over her shoulders. With just the right amount of concern on her face, she softly asked Yan Huan, who was reclining against the chair back,
"How are you feeling? Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?"
"For example, dizziness, nausea, or an overly intense impact from memory fragments?"
"This is Firefly's memory?" Yan Huan did not answer her question. His eyes still held the concentration from watching the footage, now fixed tightly on Dahlia.
Dahlia smiled faintly. The smile was gentle, yet carried a trace of distance, like a carefully maintained mask.
"Strictly speaking, it is my memory. I cannot presume to speak for someone else."
"At the time, you had just smuggled your way into Penacony."
"Without a Dream Passport, you were forced to retreat into the Dream Hotel, which had yet to be renovated."
"Then why did you interrupt me?" Yan Huan lay against the soft backrest and said disdainfully, "I was watching just fine, and you stopped it. There was barely any useful information at all. I only saw bugs and her discovering the silhouette of a mech."
Dahlia elegantly folded her hands over her knees.
"By now, you should understand that [Remembrance] is both precious and dangerous, like fragile glass that may lash back at you."
"That is why we must proceed with extreme caution, step by step, allowing the past to surface bit by bit instead of being overwhelmed by the surging Memory Tide."
"At the very least, you now know that