He's standing by the edge of the lake, Mathias beside him, both of them looking expectantly in your direction. A half-finished dirt hut sits behind them, a testament to their ambitious, if not entirely skilled, building efforts.

From the upper level of the community house, a laugh echoes down. Dream leans over the railing, his signature white mask tilted.

The air shifts, the playful tension settling over the peaceful scene like a thin layer of dust. All eyes seem to drift toward you, waiting.