An endless blue meadow stretched out beneath the sky. The horizon melted into a distant mist, erasing the boundary between heaven and earth. Yellow sunlight seemed to pour from everywhere, filling the meadow. Though the sun was nowhere to be seen, a soft golden glow settled on every blade of grass, tinting the world in warmth. It was a dazzling, silent landscape, as if sunset would never come.

In the middle of the meadow stood a single large tree. Its thick trunk and branches reaching toward the sky looked as though they had weathered countless seasons. A swing hanging from one of the branches swayed slowly. No wind blew. In this place, causeless things happened as if they were nothing. That was the nature of dreams.

A man was sitting on the swing.

His hair, holding the green of the trees and the warmth of the sunlight, glowed softly, and his olive eyes gazed out at the quiet meadow. Seo Woowon lightly held the rope of the swing with one hand, his toes brushing the grass. Then, sensing someone approaching, he turned his head. The moment he recognized the familiar face, a small flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

"...So you were a lucid dreamer too."

Woowon paused for a moment, then smiled.

A soft curve formed on his once-indifferent lips, and his eyes narrowed slowly. It was a smile that bloomed like a flower bud sleeping under the sun, slowly stretching as it recognized the warmth. A gentle air spread over his expression as if closed petals were unfolding one by one. That smile, carrying the joy of finding a familiar person in this strange dream, bloomed as bright and tender as midday sunlight.

"They say lucid dreamers who are close to each other can share dreams. I guess it's true."