Pellio and Phaedro found themselves in an ashen desert, gazed upon by the serene light of the pitch-black moon.
A brown-eyed woman sat between two dunes, her chestnut curls fluttering in the grainy wind. She didn't appear to see them, gazing longingly at the faint glimmer of a faraway city on the edge of the gray sands.
"Where are we?" Pellio asked.
"A dream of a dream," she answered soothingly. Her head tilted in their direction, only now noticing their presence. "Have you ever been to the Tranquil Desert?"
"Let us out of here at once!"
"They say it's a garden of quietude," she continued, ignoring him. "Mother told me once... about its pale glimmer at night... and the ethereal song of its eternal inhabitants."
