The young Elves skipped and jumped across the grassland, the refreshing breeze slapping their faces, free of the obstruction of tall plant life, and the sun cast their long shadows across the vast plains. Above their heads were white frames visible to each other, with their own names written inside, [Luke] and [Aidan].
Planting his beginner's sword into the ground like a cane, Luke stood atop a mound, gazing into the distance at the ripples that the wind created across the grass.
The two newcomers to Dreamland were still too conservative, using their original names and retaining their usual appearances. Perhaps they had made slight adjustments to their facial features to suit their aesthetics, but such minor changes provided at most a bit of psychological comfort.
Dreamland Ondream.
Such a mark hid among the clouds, easily visible with just a glance upward.
"This place is truly beautiful."
"A different kind of beauty from the Dream Forest."
