Firefly thought it over again, then spoke as though she had suddenly realized something:
"No, that's not right-remember? Before we lost consciousness, that friend of yours said this-the real Dreamscape, Penacony..."
Before Firefly could finish, Stelle declared firmly, "She's not Sampo, and she's not my friend!"
Firefly blinked at Stelle, a little stunned, before letting out a long breath:
"I should have suspected him sooner... I'm sorry. Whatever the case, the Family must be hiding something about the truth of the Dreamscape...
"And you noticed it when you woke up too, didn't you? The clocks and ticking all around us... My intuition tells me the secret hidden here probably has something to do with that mysterious Watchmaker too.
"If it points to the Clockmaker's Legacy-then it concerns everyone currently inside Penacony's dream...
"Let's go... Whether we want to find the truth or leave this place, we have to get moving."
Firefly's personality and drive clearly weren't as gentle as her appearance. She was a determined girl with a mind of her own.
Stelle agreed with Firefly's thinking, so she didn't refuse.
The two hurried through the dim, enclosed corridors. The surroundings and oppressive atmosphere felt inexplicably familiar to Stelle, as though she had seen them somewhere before.
Compared to a pleasant dream like Golden Hour, this place was like an uncanny dream. It might not qualify as a nightmare, but it made them feel as though they were submerged in the deep sea.
The paths were disordered too. In some places, the ground had shattered and undulated like waves. Sometimes, as they walked, a new path would suddenly appear beside them.
And there was more...
Stelle saw a champagne tower standing inexplicably in the corridor-or perhaps it was a SoulGlad tower.
She froze the moment she saw it. A dizzying