The Lost Monarch asked after a moment of silence:
"Then tell me, what is a dreamscape?"
The middle-aged man replied:
"Sir, I think... I am the dreamscape."
The Lost Monarch's expression slightly changed, then he laughed.
"I see, quite the Daydream Wizard. I suppose we shall meet again someday. For today, farewell for the time being."
The middle-aged man began to dissipate, transforming into colorful butterflies that floated towards an unknown distance.
The Lost Monarch reached out, as if trying to catch them, but eventually withdrew his hand.
He opened the book given to him by the middle-aged man. On its front page was an intriguing sentence.
[Does the Heart Butterfly dream of the dreamer?]
The Lost Monarch folded his hands behind his back, watching as the butterflies disappeared into the labyrinth.
"It's time to wake up."
On the throne of Maze City. The Lost Monarch opened his eyes once again, gazing at the "Dream Analysis 1001st Edition" beside him.
