Stelle only felt a dizzying sensation, her head spinning terribly. She covered her head with her hand, steadied herself slightly, and then slowly walked up to the Stone Boss.
"Get lost, little girl! Don't block my way! I'm going to make that woman realize she messed with the wrong person today!" the Stone Boss roared menacingly.
Stelle quietly gazed at him. Just then, a compass suddenly appeared before her eyes, with four large characters clearly engraved on it: Calm, Resentful, Joyful, Sad.
Everyone in the viewing room naturally saw this scene.
"Robin: This is... the appearance of Clockwork, such an amazing ability."
"Silver Wolf: It really looks like a game UI. I've never heard of such a thing. Dreams are truly amazing."
"Welt: But is this... really a clock? It feels more like a compass."
After Stelle chose to adjust her emotions to joyful, the Stone Boss suddenly clutched his stomach and burst out laughing: "Hahahahaha,"
"You succeeded! But why did he turn out like this?" Clockie asked, puzzled.
"I don't know... Was it me?" Stelle said, scratching her head.
"Probably... yes? Otherwise, why would he suddenly start laughing?"
"It's just... oh, he looks really scary—just like the true, unpredictable Stone Boss."
"Oh, hi everyone! Please forgive my intrusion, and welcome to Penacony, Land of Dreams!" The Stone Boss said with a smile, then shouted loudly: "Minions, line up! Give a proper welcome to our distinguished guests!"
"Yes... yes..." The minions were a bit strange, but still obeyed their boss's command.
"Ready—Go!"
"Welcome to Penacony, Land of Dreams!" the minions shouted.
"No need for formalities, stand up." Stelle said, holding her head high.
"Silver Wolf: Starting to push her luck, huh?"
"March 7th: Starting to push her luck, huh?"
"Qingque: Starting to push her luck, huh?"
"Seele: Don't repeat it if you've misspelled the word!"
"We're at your command! You are our most honored guest—"
"Oh, my! It seems you hold quite a bit of sway with them. Since that's the case, can you also tell them to leave?" Clockie asked.
"Thank you for your kindness. But could you give us some private space?" Stelle said.
"Of course, of course! Everything is up to you—minions, disperse! Don't disturb our distinguished guests from enjoying their leisure time!"
"Yes, boss."
After the minions shouted in unison, they followed their boss and left.
After the Stone Boss turned around, Misha eagerly said, "We meet again, guest! Did you help us resolve the crisis?"
"Misha, what's wrong? Do you know this gray friend?" Clockie asked.
"March 7th: Oh, speaking of which, Stelle has quite a few nicknames: gray friend, Xiao Hui Mao, Galaxy Bat Hero..."
"Stelle: And King of the garbage cans!"
"March 7th: Don't be so serious about it here~"
"Sparkle: Hehe, but still not as many nicknames as the Winged Boy."
"She is a distinguished guest—we became friends not long ago. I told you about her, remember?" Misha replied.
"Oh, so it was her."
"Anyway, thank you very much! If you hadn't arrived in time, this place would probably have fallen into chaos..." Misha said gratefully, but before she could finish, she was interrupted by Acheron: "Stelle. I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."
"Yes, I was also very surprised." Stelle nodded in agreement.
"The chaos just now... I heard there were some Masked Fools causing trouble on the streets, disrupting the order. I passed by here and was questioned. During the process, some... misunderstandings occurred. As a result, I've caused you trouble again."
At this moment, Firefly, who had been silent, softly asked Acheron, "This lady... is she also an acquaintance of yours?"
Acheron shook her head and replied, "Not an acquaintance, but we met once. She helped me at the hotel before; she's a kind person." She then greeted Firefly, "It's also a pleasure to meet you, beautiful lady."
"Be-beautiful lady." Firefly waved her hand a bit flustered.
"However, what did you just do to that gentleman? His instantaneous emotional change... was a bit incredible." Acheron asked with a hint of curiosity.
"It was talk therapy. I used talk therapy." Stelle said proudly.
Clockie explained somewhat indignantly, "What are you talking about! It's not talk therapy, it's Clockwork!"
Acheron shook her head: "I'm afraid it's not that simple, is it?"
"I guess, is it related to that... Clockie that only you can see?" Firefly said.
"Clockie?" Acheron repeated.
"Yes, that cartoon character... seems to have appeared in reality—I mean—in the dream." Firefly explained to her, "Although I haven't quite figured out the situation either... but Stelle said that it seems only straightforward, innocent, childlike children can see it..."
Acheron was silent for a moment, then replied, "....It seems I've also passed that age."
"But if this Clockie truly exists, many things would make sense." Her gaze turned towards Misha, but it didn't focus on him.
"Huh, can you see me too?" Clockie looked at Acheron and asked.
Acheron explained to Stelle: "I can sense that there are some ambiguous things accompanying you. Unfortunately, I cannot communicate with them like you can."
"Perhaps we all react to 'remembrance,' which allows us to perceive these incredible things in dreams. And you are more sensitive than I am."
"I originally thought that elegant Recollector had left something in your mind. Now it seems that there are quite a few special existences in this dream, just like her."
"Elegant Recollector?" Stelle asked curiously.
"Not long after we parted, I inadvertently entered a dance party, and a lady in a black veil invited me to dance. This was my first time dancing... It was an unforgettable experience."
"Unfortunately, I forgot to ask her name... I only knew she was from the Garden of Recollection."
Firefly asked, "Garden of Recollection... Are they the people who serve the Aeon of Memory?"
"Yes. They can travel between worlds in the form of memes, only appearing in the eyes of specific people—doesn't that sound a lot like the Clockie you mentioned?"
"After all, it's a family grand event, and perhaps there are many more invited guests than we imagined."
"Anyway, thank you again for your care. I wish you a pleasant time in your dreams. I won't disturb the two of you... on your date?"
Firefly's face was a bit flushed, and she stammered, "N-not a date...!"
Acheron shook her head and left with a smile.