The world of dreams is so marvelous that, aside from the absence of chaotic elements and spirits, it bears no difference from the true bygone era.
Glancing at the empty sofa, Shard headed upstairs to the attic, then climbed up to the roof.
This time, the long-haired girl's mood was clearly much improved. Although she still wept as she looked at the distant vista of a desolate Tobesk shrouded in yellow sand when Shard sat beside her, once he settled down, she took the initiative to embrace him:
"Happy Birthday, Shard."
Then she kissed him.
At that moment, Shard, who had many questions to ask, kept all his words to himself. The girl in the dream once again displayed her passion for Shard, as her lonely and sorrowful soul yearned for warmth and shelter.
As she lay in Shard's arms, listening to his heartbeat and gazing into the far-off sun amidst the swirling yellow sand, Shard asked the questions on his mind:
