The Lost Monarch paused in silence, then asked:
"Then tell me, what is Dream?"
The middle-aged man replied:
"Sir, I believe… I am Dream itself."
The expression of the Lost Monarch subtly changed, then he smiled.
"So that's how it is. A Daydream Wizard, indeed. I think we shall meet again in times to come. For today, let us part here, for now."
The middle-aged man before his eyes began to dissipate, transforming into a multitude of vibrant, iridescent butterflies drifting towards unknown distance.
The Lost Monarch reached out, as if wishing to seize them, but in the end withdrew his hand.
He opened the book that the middle-aged man had gifted him. On its title page, a single line was inscribed.
[Will the Heart Butterfly dream of the dreamer?]
The Lost Monarch clasped his hands behind his back, watching as the butterflies vanished into the maze.
"It is time to awaken."
