The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the quaint village of Lorein. Outside the modest flower shop, the air was filled with laughter and the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. Sitting on a wooden bench in front of the shop, the flower seller watched a group of children playing nearby.
Their laughter rang out like music as they chased after shimmering shapes conjured from Dream Energy—a game of make-believe where they crafted fantastical creatures and colourful balloons that floated gently above their heads.
As the children laughed and shouted, a boy created a large, glowing butterfly that fluttered through the air, eliciting cheers from his friends. The flower seller couldn't help but smile at their joy, though a pang of longing tugged at his heart. The carefree laughter of the children felt like a distant dream, a world he could observe but never quite join.
