Sunny was reeling from the sudden deluge of impossible knowledge that Wind Flower had so casually shared with him. The relationship between the waking world and the Dream Realm... the vague theories about the Nightmare Spell he and Nephis had discussed... everything he knew was suddenly upturned.
He remained silent for a while, then weakly raised a hand, summoned the Shadow Chair, and sat down.
Watching him, the beautiful Saint tilted her head slightly and laughed.
"What an interesting Memory…"
Walking away from the window, she found a chair of her own, then picked up an elegant porcelain kettle and poured fragrant tea into two cups.
Sunny took a deep breath.
"I… I did think that my world — we call it the waking world — was the only one infected by Nightmare Spell. Oh, I was never sure, though."
Wind Flower pushed one of the cups toward him and shook her head.
