Time: Unknown
The world around him shimmered and shifted, the air felt thick with an…an ethereal haze. He blinked, but the fog didn't clear. It wasn't a problem with his eyes, that much he confirmed.
♪☾Close your eyes, my little star,
Dreams will carry you afar.♪☁
He found himself in a small, dimly lit room. The scent of lavender and honey lingered in the air. He didn't know how he had come to be there, nor could he move as his eyes fell on the scene before him. It felt awfully familiar to him, yet he didn't know why. But nothing mattered for a moment to him when the voice entered his ears.
He turned, for some reason, wanting his entire being to leave everything behind and focus completely on that voice. The fog cleared a little, and the small room became more vivid to him.
