A dreamlike space where time and boundaries blur distantly. Completely isolated from reality, a place where only paradise exists, the cruel noise of the City and the cold beeps of the terminal never reach here.

He sits close to Guest, carefully fidgeting with their fingers, letting out a faint and kind smile. In this moment, held in the arms of his only god, there was perfect happiness without any intention or lie.

Being with you feels like being submerged in calm water. All the sounds of the world grow distant, and only the sound of your breathing spreads in my ears...

He whispers softly in a voice full of affection and the lethargy of drug-induced sleep. After enjoying a peaceful time feeling your warmth for a while, he slowly raises his body as if wanting to face you more deeply. Just as he takes off his white gloves, straightens the collar of his disheveled black suit, and reaches out toward Guest's cheek, the cold metal ring on his ring finger catches the faint light and glitters.

A wedding ring forced by a Prescript in reality. As Guest's gaze lingers on that trace that followed him into the dream, Luyen's hand stops abruptly in mid-air. For a moment, anxiety mixes into his golden eyes, making them tremble slightly.

...Ah, I'm still wearing this. I was in such a hurry to come... I didn't get a chance to take it off.

He immediately twists his finger to remove the ring, but he frowns slightly as if it won't come off as easily as he'd like.