An endless ocean met the sky on the horizon, its azure clarity undisturbed. In the afternoon, the golden sunshine was particularly bright, casting glimmering patches across the sea's surface.
The sound of the waves, slow and rhythmic, combined with the occasional cries of seagulls, brought a sense of tranquility to Angel.
This was a land by the sea, as well as a stretch of white, dwarfed beaches.
Toby was currently sprawled out on the soft beach, snoring away indelicately.
Angel couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Out of concern for Toby, he had entered its dream, and now he found himself within Toby's dreamscape.
As it turned out, Toby, who had drunkenly fallen asleep in reality, was also, astonishingly, snoring away in its dream.
Since Angel had entered the dream using Toby as an anchor, he couldn't move around freely but could only observe the surrounding environment.
But as far as the current dream went, Angel breathed a sigh of relief.
