Stelle followed Firefly, leaping along the way as they ran and roamed through Dream's Edge. They broke through a few mechanisms and knocked out quite a few guards before finally reaching a rooftop.
Looking into the distance from that rooftop, a glow shone along the horizon, lighting the distant sky with dawn. In the pitch-black night sky frozen overhead, countless brilliant fireflies fell like rain, leaving trails behind them.
A faint song drifted over, the singing voice clean and clear.
"Have you heard this song? 'If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking,' a work by Robin. With the Charmony Festival approaching, her music occasionally plays in the Dreamscape too."
Standing beside Stelle, Firefly spoke softly:
"This is the closest place to the sky in the dream, far from the bustle of the city, without any Dreamweavers arguing. You can be free of anyone's interruptions and experience the present-the scenery, the people, and the dreams of this moment...
"How beautiful. Time stays forever in this golden hour, a golden dream. The Fools of the Tavern and the Memokeepers of the Garden of Recollection, wandering rangers and Company envoys, the Nameless of the Astral Express... and me.
"Everyone falls asleep here as equals, regardless of the reason, even though we each have our own goals..."
As Firefly spoke, she fell silent. She let out a long breath, then turned to look at Stelle, a trace of disappointment and apology in her expression.
"...I'm sorry, Stelle. I really am a stowaway."
"I know," Stelle said, looking at Firefly.
Though Stellaron Gremlin Baby was a little silly from time to time, she wasn't quite so far gone that she would simply trust anyone.
Even March 7th would be on her guard about something like this. Always trusting others so easily was something only