The Skyglider descended through clouds that shone like they had captured stardust.
Wish pressed her face against the crystalline viewport, watching the Dreame Realm materialize below. It was nothing like the Solar Realm's harsh brightness—here, everything existed in perpetual twilight.
The sky gradient shifted from deep purple at the horizon to soft pink overhead, and stars were visible even though it was technically day.
Floating islands drifted lazily across the expanse, connected by bridges of solidified moon crystals. Gardens hung suspended in the air, their crystalline structures glowing from within—bioluminescent flora that pulsed in rhythm with some unseen heartbeat.
Trees with silver bark and leaves that shimmered between blue and violet. Flowers that opened and closed like breathing lungs.
"Holy shit," Vish whispered beside her, equally mesmerized. "This is where we're spending a week?"
