The vibrant dreamscape shimmered around Blakely and her companions as they strolled across the floating islands, the sky painted in hues of gold, violet, and cerulean. The strange but welcoming atmosphere felt alive, and Blakely marveled at how quickly the dream world had returned to its serene beauty after their battle with the shadow creatures. It was as if the corruption had never existed, though Blakely knew better—there was always a cost.
Her pandas moved in playful harmony beside her, each one taking in the dream world in their own way. Coral dove in and out of the shimmering pools, sending splashes of sparkling water into the air. Ember created small, dancing flames that flickered harmlessly in the breeze. Bamboo, ever the contented one, gnawed peacefully on some dream-created bamboo stalks, while Stormie and Umbrie patrolled quietly, keeping an eye out for any lingering threats.
