The Man Behind The Cloak.

Happy 'love' month Tulipees.

The palace was quiet, cloaked in the deep stillness of the night. Elysia lay in her grand chambers, the soft glow of the moon casting silver light through the large window. Her heart was full, yet her mind restless. The events of the day had left her drained, the wedding preparations, the countless well-wishers, and most of all, the emotions that swirled inside her like a storm.

Sleep came slowly, wrapping around her like a warm embrace. As her breathing deepened, her consciousness drifted, and the world around her faded. Suddenly, she found herself standing in a vast, endless void. The air was thick with mist, the scent of rain lingering as though a storm had just passed. She recognized this place. It was the same dreamscape she had visited before, the realm where she had first met him.

A soft voice, deep and familiar, called out to her.

"You have done well, Elysia."