This night for dreamers starts in blackness. Without form or shape, it may seem as though one is everywhere and nowhere at once. There are whispers rising from the dark from many voices, strange voices, more feelings than words. They speak of birth, life, and the inevitable death. They speak of something between death and birth, as well. Some are peaceful, others haunting. A chorus of the voices scream -- and a train whistles.

Flickering lights filter through the darkness, as well as the chatter of people, a conductor tiredly ushering them off and on. There are piles of discarded material around the train station, as though the whole city were half-scrapyard. The air is stifled and dirty, packed with noise. It drowns the whispers out until they are just white noise. And although the openness of the area suggests the outdoors, looking up will reveal no sky to be seen but a wide expanse of metal.

A young woman shifts a basket full of yellow flowers over her elbow as she looks over the people. The green of her eyes settle and with a soft smile, she approaches, her voice carrying ahead of her.

"Excuse me. Would you like to buy a flower? They only cost one gil."

And those who rummage pockets for change may find one. This is a dream, after all.

[Just another day at Senkou.

Which means that Masamune isn't really paying attention in class. Honestly, why would he - even though he has a huge interest in the English language, he's already done the homework and actually skipped chapters ahead. He absently begins sketching something in his notebook, only to jolt when the teacher calls on him for a translation question.]

....

[He looks back down at his notebook, eye widening for a moment as he sees the samurai helmet he had drawn, complete with crescent-shaped ornamentation on the front. He shakes his head slightly before standing, looking pretty much bored before speaking:]

"No matter how people try to prevent it, war and conflict will always affect someone."

[The teacher is slightly dumbfounded, but satisfied, allows Masamune to sit down, to which Masa just lets out another sigh, glancing back down at his notebook. It didn't make much sense, but then again, not much in his life honestly did.]

[This dream is a strange one. A beautiful world, or at least it once was. The ruins are scarce, and there are few places to go besides the castle. Sure, the Rising Falls are interesting, but there's not much out there. However, there aren't many rooms with open access. Once you get past the Castle Gates, the entrance hall opens before you. From there, up the stairs and to the left, one can find the two-story library where the shelves can move depending on the weight of the books on them. But up the stairs and forward, the central lift stop is where you find yourself. From there, only one other actual room inside the castle can be found in the crumbling remains. A small room, the chapel.

No matter where you decide to stay and explore, eventually, there's a boy who you run into. And he doesn't seem very happy to see anyone. In fact, he seems guarded and unsure.]

...How did you get in here?