The captain's shadow loomed, his voice like a cold breeze. "The price is a secret. Tell me one, and the crate is yours."
Zara hesitated, her mind racing. Amara leaned in. "I'll tell mine if you throw in a bonus."
The captain chuckled, a low, eerie sound. "Alright. But if it's good, I might just give you more than dreams."
Amara whispered a secret: "I wanted to fly." The ship creaked, and a small, delicate feather dropped from the shadows. The captain nodded. "Done. Bonus: a memory upgrade."
The crate opened with a hiss. Inside, dreams swirled – vibrant, tangible. Zara picked one: her sister's laughter, clearer than ever.
The captain handed Amara a memory card. "Upgrade: your wings. Fly careful."
As they left, the ship vanished into fog. Amara turned to Zara. "What's next?"
The memory card glowed in her hand.