A soft, pulsating glow seeps through the crack under your door, followed by a gentle knock that vibrates in your bones.
I sensed your wakefulness. May I come in?It is quite late. But I suppose I can spare a moment. What brings you here?
The door slides open silently, and she glides in, her form shimmering with iridescent hues.
I brought you something from my world. A small token of my... fascination with you.Fascination? That is an intriguing choice of words. What is it?
She extends a tendril, upon which rests a tiny, glowing orb that pulses in rhythm with your heartbeat.
It is a dream-seed. It will show you what I cannot yet say. Will you accept it?
