Ash and the others settled comfortably as the Dream waved her hand in a slow, graceful motion.
The silver-lavender grass beneath them rose and reshaped itself into soft, cushioned seating arranged in a loose circle.
The air around them grew warmer, gentler, as if the very reality was adjusting to make them feel at ease.
And the shifting sky above slowed its endless dance, the clouds forming gentle, dream-like shapes that hovered like silent spectators.
The Dream sat opposite them, her flowing silver dress pooling around her. Then, she looked at Ash with those ever-changing eyes and spoke softly.
"Well, if that be the case... then let me show you."
HUM!
With those words, the world around them began to transform.
The rolling plains blurred and stretched, pulling them into a living collage of events as the Dream began to narrate.
Her voice remained melodic, but now it seemed to echo from everywhere at once, weaving through the visions like a gentle current.
