Blakely Arcas had been in the middle of the most wonderful dream—a peaceful scene where she floated on fluffy clouds, surrounded by her five panda summons, with the soft rustling of the sakura tree's leaves providing the perfect soundtrack. Matcha was there, of course, serving as the world's coziest bed, his fluff like a cloud within a cloud. In her dream, Blakely could hear the gentle hum of Asphodel's voice as the goddess of eternal rest whispered lullabies that made her sink deeper into blissful sleep. Everything was perfect.
Until it wasn't.
Blakely felt the cloud she was on shake. Then, all of a sudden, the entire peaceful world of her dream tilted, sending her tumbling out of her cozy nest of comfort.
Her eyelids fluttered open groggily, her vision blurry as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Her cloud—no, her bed—was being rudely yanked away from her.
"Up you go!" A gruff voice barked, pulling the blankets right off her.
