"Up ahead is the SoulGlad-themed leisure area-Aideen Park. It's crowded here, so stay close to me."
Unlike the quiet around the Clockie statue earlier, a wave of noise swept toward them on the breeze before they even entered the park.
Nearly every attraction in the park was packed with people, and accidental collisions happened at every turn.
Flowing melodies, gleaming golden billboards, and a building shaped like an enormous bottle of SoulGlad.
"This is the biggest park in Golden Hour, and a symbol of Penacony's soda culture-that gigantic soda bottle is the SoulGlad company's headquarters!"
Yet even as she spoke, Firefly abruptly stopped, then turned to look in a certain direction.
Her gaze grew cautious and alert, piercing toward that spot like a cold, sharp sword.
"What's wrong?" Stelle followed Firefly's gaze, but saw only the people coming and going.
At Stelle's words, Firefly's expression returned to normal, and she offered her a perfectly measured smile.
"Ah, um... no time to waste. Let me show you around!"
Holding hands, they approached a small stage. This was the quietest spot in the entire plaza, with only a handful of people watching.
Onstage, there were only a few instruments playing themselves, with no one operating them.
The people onstage looked more like tourists than performers, moving along with the melodies the instruments played.
At times brisk, at times gentle.
"These instruments playing themselves are called the Dreamweaver Troupe. In dreams, many objects are affected by memoria and develop self-awareness."
"The Family tames them, turning them into the Dreamweaver Troupe to serve the guests."
"But these little things can also be affected by dangerous emotions or memories, turning into the Dreamjolt Troupe and wreaking havoc everywhere. If you encounter them, make sure to ask the nearby security staff for help."
As Firefly spoke,