"The Great Cosmic Plague was confined to the dream. Even the Stellaron could not truly revive the plague."
"The Dream Master's actions could only awaken the fears of those who entered the dream."
"But considering the next step of the plan, it began to feel incomparably real."
"Taiyi's Dream enveloped the entire galaxy. From there, the Great Cosmic Plague would gradually become no different from reality."
"[Propagation] would awaken the most primal fears of all dreamers and, through people's calls, extend the Path of [Order]—until the galaxy was consumed by a single dream."
"And Firefly's death in the dream would also become reality."
"At that point, Sunday had already merged with [Terminus]."
"What you faced back then was a complete Aeon."
"?" Yan Huan abruptly pulled out his phone, quickly checked the time, then looked up at Dahlia, his face filled with disbelief.
"But I'm still alive, and Sunday got on the train too."
"So the one who took down that Terminus back then was another Aeon?"
"Who was it? Aha?"
"Hehe." Dahlia smiled mysteriously without answering directly.
She stood and walked to a mural, turning her back to Yan Huan.
"People cannot dream of things they have never seen. They dare not wake from their dreams because beautiful dreams are forged from everyone's past, and they still cannot let go."
"Just like what you are doing right now, only by embracing the past can you find the strength to move toward the future."
"Firefly, me, the Stellaron Hunters, this world... we are all waiting for you to cross that moment."
"I truly cannot tell whether this is nervousness or excitement." She turned around, strange light gleaming in her eyes.
"Yan Huan, as the Trailblazer, you are different. You are unique. You are worth looking forward to—"
She walked back,