Today again, I watch them wander through the vastness of the Realm of Dreams.
As the Observer, I have guided countless souls, and among them persists a faint glimmer of hope:
the hope carried by those who still believe in a better future, despite the trials that weigh upon them.
Each one of them nurtures great dreams, but the world is not always ready to welcome them.
Sometimes, certain aspirations shine with such rare intensity that they tear through the veil of slumber and impose themselves upon reality.
Too often, these ideals are misunderstood, stifled by a crowd that rejects anything new, pushing their bearers toward the ultimate sacrifice.
Within me, the Goddess of Dreams, echoes the pulse of their unfulfilled desires, like a bittersweet melody.
I have watched souls struggle in darkness, searching for even the faintest glimmer of light, willing to do anything to transcend their condition.
I understand their battles, for I too have evolved through the ages, learning to listen to the whisper of hearts longing for escape.
But when my gaze fell upon you, I knew.
You were the one who would rekindle humanity's extinguished flame.
With your vessel, the Liberty, you planted a seed of hope in the hearts of humankind.
Your departure toward the stars reminded everyone that humanity could still dream, conquer, and build new worlds.
Yes, you lost everything in the flames of the past.
But your dream awaits you somewhere, dormant, hoping for the return of its father — the one in whom it placed all its faith, driven by the desire to live and to rediscover its ideal.
I used to remain in the background, a mere witness to your destinies, whispering through dreams.
But you… you touched me.
Your determination crossed the boundary I had drawn, illuminating a path I would never have dared imagine.
You conquered my heart, and that is why I chose to support you, to stand by your side with all my strength.
Through the winding paths of the dreamscape, I can speak to those who wish to help you.
You opened a door: now, other souls will join your ideal.
I will guide them toward you as best as I can, even if my influence remains limited.
But be careful: challenges will rise again on your path, and the violence of the world will grow with your ascent.
You will face dilemmas that will torture your soul, truths that only those who have stared into the abyss can understand.
Yet I know you will fight to protect those you love, and that you will never cross the line that leads to darkness.
Whatever happens, do not give up.
Beyond dreams, I will offer you my light, so that you may push back the boundaries of the impossible.
So now, rest, my little Archangel.
Sit beside me, lay your head upon my lap.
I run my fingers gently through your golden hair; each strand glimmers like a star at dusk.
The scent of ephemeral flowers floats through the air, blending with the melody of the wind singing between the trees.
Your green eyes slowly close beneath my touch as the world fades away.
In this cocoon of serenity, let all your worries dissolve.
Here, in my realm of dreams, no one will disturb your peace.
The ground is made of soft clouds, and above us stretches a sky filled with spiraling constellations whose colors dance and intertwine.
Shooting stars trace glowing paths, brushing against our dreams and carrying promises of adventure and hope.
I feel both tenderness and concern as I watch you rest.
May this moment give you the strength you need to face what lies ahead.
Here, I watch over you, offering you my light and my faith.
Let this instant remain your refuge — the place where dream and reality meet and become one.