Upon hearing that, Mika was quite eager to help:
"If you need anything, just ask. In Dreamville, helping each other is only natural."
Robin was deeply grateful to this citizen who had offered help upon their first meeting. She dipped her head slightly.
"Thank you for lending me a hand."
"But Dreamville is cut off from the outside world. Is there any way to learn what is happening beyond it?" She raised her head, worry in her eyes.
"I want to confirm my brother's condition." At the mention of Sunday, her tone became noticeably more urgent.
"That is not difficult." Mika spoke calmly, pointing toward the hazy outlines of buildings deeper within Dreamville.
"Just find somewhere lively. The flow of Memoria carries information. Would you like me to lead the way?"
Robin gently shook her head and replied with a polite smile, regaining some of her usual poise.
"I'll take a walk on my own. It will also give me a chance to sort through my thoughts. Thank you, Mr. Mika."
After bidding Mika farewell, she set off alone from the humble yet charming station at Dreamville's entrance, following a misty path that seemed to be woven from watery light and dust.
The hem of her pale violet dress brushed over the damp ground.
Not long after she entered a secluded alley, a familiar voice rang directly in her mind, clear but carrying a trace of barely perceptible tension.
"Miss Robin, can you hear me?"
"Hm?" Robin immediately stopped and looked around, her eyes swiftly scanning the weathered walls on both sides of the alley as though searching for the source of the voice.
"This way..."
To her left, Robin noticed an ancient candle floating in the air, its ghostly blue flame burning silently.
The flame swayed faintly, yet gave