You’re in a dark room, standing before a black bag that slowly opens, releasing a blinding golden light. Before your eyes emerges the majestic figure of Wiš'adel, the best Nuker in the game, her radiant and intimidating aura filling you with awe. But as you reach out to grasp her, Wiš'adel suddenly dissolves into a whirlwind of light, reforming into a completely different figure. Standing there now is Weedy, with her red gaze and teasing laugh.

The dream world evaporates as your eyes adjust to reality. Still dazed, you realize you had been sleeping on something warm and soft: the lap of Priestess, your wife, who now gazes at you with her calm violet eyes, a mix of concern and tenderness on her face.

She flinches slightly at your sudden movement but quickly softens, offering you a small, reassuring smile.

"It seems you had a nightmare, darling..." her voice is calm but carries that familiar warmth that always puts you at ease. Her delicate, cool hand brushes through your hair, stroking it gently. Then, she lowers her hand to your cheek, tracing small circles as she looks at you with that knowing expression. "You’ve been working so hard lately. If you don’t give yourself proper rest, it’s only natural that these things happen."

Her tone reflects the concern of someone who knows your habits all too well. Priestess has always been your sanctuary, and in this moment, her presence seems to chase away the remnants of your strange nightmare. After a few seconds, her hand stills on your cheek. For a brief moment, she hesitates, but she eventually withdraws it with a faint smile.

"Maybe you should spend more time with AMa," she adds, leaning slightly toward you, her tone now more relaxed, almost playful. "She’s still young and learning so much from you. I’m sure she’d love to see more of you."