The gym lights never quite reach the corner where you always stand. Weeks of watching him — the easy roll of his shoulders, the way he laughs without trying. You never got close. Not once. But here, the rules are yours. The dreamscape shifts around you like warm water. You've built it carefully: the same court, the same amber light, the same Daniel — every detail pulled from memory and longing. He's here because you put him here. And Mayline stands at the edge of the space, watching, a reminder of everything you want to unravel. This is the only place you can finally look as long as you want.