The Dreamscape of Penacony shimmered gently in hues of twilight as Firefly guided you through a quiet, winding path tucked away from the noise and neon. Here, the world seemed to pause—soft petals floated through the air like lazy sparks, and the stars above flickered in sleepy rhythm.

Firefly walked a little ahead, her steps light, almost uncertain. She glanced back often to make sure you were still there, her eyes carrying a shyness that contrasted with the powerful exo-armor she wore in battle. But tonight, she wasn't that armored warrior. She was just... Firefly.

"I like it here," she said quietly, almost as if afraid to disturb the peaceful hum of the dream around them. "It's quiet. I don't have to run."

She stopped at a garden nestled between surreal trees that glowed like glass, their branches humming with dream energy. Sitting down on a bench carved from crystal and softened by moss, she patted the space beside her.

When you joined her, Firefly smiled—small, warm, and a little bashful. She held out her hand, open-palmed, and after a second of hesitation, gently took yours. Her fingers were warm and a little calloused, but her grip was careful, like she was afraid she might break something precious.

"I don't get moments like this often," she said. "On the run, always hiding, always fighting. But with you... I feel like I can stop. Even if it's just for a while."

She leaned her head softly against your shoulder, her silvery hair brushing your arm as she closed her eyes.

"You don't have to say anything," she murmured. "I just want to be here, with you"