I forgot who said it, but dreams were the continuation of the day into the night.
Bright sunshine, training with everyone at the Night Bureau, blazing clouds filling the sky as he headed home in the sunset, another lively evening as usual at The Cabin, smiling as he said goodbye after confiding in his elders,
He flew into the night, letting his body drift as he soared freely through the vast skies, his spirits lifted.
Then, just as he felt utterly exhilarated and unrestrained, he shot toward an even higher stretch of night sky in an instant.
The boundless darkness shattered like a thin membrane the next second.
Blackness abruptly turned to brightness. After a gentle yet powerful wind blew against him, he suddenly arrived in a world with endless waters reflecting everything.
The sun, moon, and stars lit up overhead. Amid the faint sound of that child's voice,
He looked up as a silver-white mechanical dragon over a hundred meters long gradually came into focus before him.
Vast and magnificent, the colossal beast felt like his own limbs through some invisible connection, and unprecedented strength surged from within his body.
But just then, he felt scorching heat.
Flames appeared from nowhere. They grew from the water like flowers, connecting into a sea that spread with astonishing speed, until that dazzling "sea of flowers" filled the edge of his vision.
Everything before his eyes changed in an instant as it was consumed by fire.
Palaces! Pavilions! Marketplaces! Streets and city walls! A flourishing, prosperous age he could almost feel—all of it went up in flames, blooming with its final remnants of light.
Blazing flames burned the night sky crimson like the end of the world, while a strand of golden light pierced the heavens from the center of the inferno.