"This spot is perfect. Let's wait here for the Dream Master."
After crossing Glaux Avenue, Sunday and Robin arrived at a platform-the very place where Stelle had fallen flat on the ground when she first arrived.
"Mm." Robin nodded. "By the way, brother, I heard you don't touch sweets anymore. When we were little, you used to fight me for dessert...
"It feels like so much has changed while I've been away. What happened?"
An ethereal bell rang out from the heights of the Dreamscape, as though announcing the start of a midnight revel. Sunday raised his head, gazed at the sky, and said softly:
"Even in the Dreamscape, someone must remain awake at all times."
"But that person shouldn't have to be you, or any particular person," Robin said with concern. "Brother, you've put too much of a burden on yourself. This isn't what the paradise we promised each other should be like.
"Penacony is only a dream. It can't eliminate the worries and suffering of reality or bring people true happiness... All it can do is offer people somewhere to escape reality. Nothing more."
"Do you remember that old man we just met?" Sunday asked. "He survived an interstellar war. His friends and his home all melted beneath the energy unleashed by radiation bombs. Even he was left neither human nor monster by their effects.
"Without this dream, he might already have fallen into utter ruin."
"That's true... But even without Penacony, he might have found another way to live," Robin said. "As far as I know, the Genius Society has long been promoting treatments and rehabilitation technologies for his condition.
"That life might have been much more ordinary and difficult, but now he's unconscious, receiving 'hospice care' called the Dreamscape. His ending... is already decided.
"Has Penacony