Advaith's frustration escalated, his tone tinged with exasperation. "If we're merely indulging in fanciful dreams, I'd rather return to reality and assist Bivian. My disappearance for several hours must have sparked concern among our acquaintances."
Tiana's tranquil demeanour presented a stark contrast to Advaith's agitation, her voice soft and soothing. "Don't worry, Advaith. Regardless of our departure time, we'll return before morning. Such is the nature of dreams and Dreamland. We'll reemerge before dawn breaks."
Advaith's scepticism deepened, his expression incredulous. "How can you be so certain?" he pressed, seeking reassurance.
Tiana's eyes sparkled with an ethereal understanding, her gaze mesmerising. "Dreams operate on a distinct timeline, where hours dissolve into mere minutes. Time here is fluid, flexible, and malleable. Our sojourn may feel extensive, but in reality, only fleeting moments will pass."
