Yan Huan wandered among the audience again and suddenly spotted another familiar face.
It was Mika, who was supposed to be stationed at Dreamville.
"Well, Mr. Yan Huan, there you are."
"Did you make this film?"
Yan Huan grinned proudly at Mika's question.
"Of course not."
"..."
"Ahem. But you were involved, right?"
Mika smiled.
"The audience loved it... Even if they couldn't see the deeper meaning, the film itself was entertaining."
A woman stood beside him.
Dressed in an evening gown, she added her thoughts.
"Yes. For viewers looking for a good time, a cartoon was just a cartoon."
"But if someone found meaning in the camerawork, the performances, the story, and even the dialogue, they could meet the Clockmaker's soul and hear those dreams of the past."
Yan Huan looked at the woman, then asked Mika curiously, "Oh? You've already found yourself a girlfriend?"
"Haha, there's something you don't know, Mr. Yan Huan."
Mika formally introduced the woman to Yan Huan.
"This is Mimosa. Her background is... much like mine, though she doesn't spend much time in Dreamville."
Mimosa held out her hand to Yan Huan.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yan Huan."
"Sending that letter to the Express really was the right choice."
"?" Yan Huan shook her hand lightly. "You wrote the letter asking us to help Dreamville?"
"That's right," Mimosa said with a smile.
"Thank you for everything The Nameless have done. I'm sure the Clockmaker would be delighted, wherever he is now."
"As those frames passed before my eyes, I could almost see the Clockmaker bent over his desk at work."
"I could tell he'd revised parts of the story based on ideas I'd had long ago..."
"?" Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.
"So what was your relationship with the Clockmaker...?"
"I'm