"[Golden Hour] was one of Penacony's Twelve Dreams, corresponding to the time of [Midnight]!"
"Here, time within the dream forever remained at the moment before midnight. Tomorrow would never come, and this night of revelry would never end..."
"Ah, but that didn't mean time in the dream was frozen—"
"To prevent undue physical and mental strain on our guests, the dream's timescale had been set to match reality. Please don't worry!"
"I see, a night of revelry, huh?" Yan Huan immediately understood.
It seemed this so-called [Golden Hour] was a place meant for partying.
"Then, one final question."
Yan Huan pulled a letter from his pocket—the very one he had found in the hotel room earlier.
"What exactly did 'Impossible Thing even exists in dreams' mean?"
"Huh?" Misha froze for a moment, then looked at the letter in Yan Huan's hand and asked in confusion,
"Th-This... was this something you found in your room?"
"Yeah." Yan Huan handed the letter to Misha and asked,
"For riddles like this, wouldn't it be better to ask you staff members directly?"
"Uh... I don't know either."
Misha examined the letter again and again, then suddenly looked up.
"Wait... could this letter be trash left behind by the previous guest? I'm sorry! I was careless and failed to clean it up properly. I caused you trouble... I'm terribly sorry!"
"Trash? No, no, no..." Yan Huan said firmly.
"This had to be some kind of clue. How could it be trash? Maybe someone deliberately left it here precisely so I would find it?"
"..."
Misha looked at Yan Huan and said uncertainly,
"Um... sir, has anyone ever told you that you're narcissistic?"
"A lot of people have."
"Alright." Yan Huan looked at Misha.
"You're just an employee, so I won't keep asking. How do I