When Shard hazily realized he was falling into a long and deep dream, he noticed he was standing on the ridge of an endless field, gazing at the enormous moon disk in the sky that seemed about to drop.
Under the starry sky, the wind amid the field was gentle, carrying a hint of the scent of perfume from the maidens. The reflection of the Silvermoon was cast in Shard's eyes as he widened them, breathing deeply and feeling incredibly relaxed. He even vaguely sensed that his sleeping body was exceedingly peaceful.
Even though he realized he was dreaming, he remained motionless, standing on the ridge, gazing at the moon. He was quite familiar with this dream; in it, he merely needed to look at the moon.
[You seemed quite happy for the past five hours?]
The gentle breeze brought "her" voice. The vividness of subconsciousness in the dream made Shard understand "her" words while bringing him a step closer to awakening.
