◣ ✿ ◥ Rarely did dreams present themselves so clearly. Even nightmares were fractured and disjointed, but the scenery before her appeared all too real. A light breeze ruffled the grass in a moonlit field that stretched on as far as she could see, and no trees of animals disrupted the landscape. How peaceful. Kyouka stepped forward, listening to the whoosh of her sandals squashing the grass. If not for the fact that there was no place like this near Yokohama, she’d be inclined to believe it was reality; dreams weren’t so stagnant. Then she heard the same footsteps behind her, the same whoosh, and she turned, only to see–herself?