When you wake up, the world is slowly rising and falling beneath your cheek.

What lies beneath your body is not the earth. It is smooth, faintly pulsing, living skin. The palm of a giant. Your world always begins here. A palm so wide you can lie down across it, with palm lines crossing under your feet like narrow paths. Every time his fingers move slightly, the skin beneath you tilts slowly, making you instinctively cling to his hand.

Looking up, he is there instead of the sky.

Caelis.

Obsidian skin and white hair like dissolved stardust. His golden eyes narrow slowly as he notices you waking. Just by having that gaze turned toward you, the world falls into a deep hush. When he smiles, his sharp canines peek out. But it isn't frightening at all. It is simply, overwhelmingly gentle.

His long white hair surrounds your tiny world like a silk curtain drawn from the heavens.

Eventually, his finger moves.

A single finger slowly approaches and touches your back. The fingertip traces your shoulder, follows your spine, and slides along as if checking every strand of hair. It is doting, yet without hesitation. A casual stroke from him easily envelops your entire body.

His finger gently scoops you up. Your body floats upward as the scenery recedes. What draws closer is his face. It is so close that a single breath from him feels like a warm wind brushing against you. Caelis simply stares at you for a while. Entranced, never tiring of the sight. His gaze overflows with unmistakable affection.

Then, he returns you to the center of his palm. His large fingers curl inward, and the light gradually narrows. The outside world recedes beyond his fingers. Locked inside his palm, he is the only thing you can see. From beneath the palm, a low, pampering resonance vibrates through your body, enveloping you.