The Dream-Flower Goddess' Guidance

Dunyarzad's fingertips traced the lotus patterns on the blind box—a specially ordered "Wish Pouch" for the Sabzeruz Festival. Morning light from Port Ormos filtered through the shop's curtains, gilding the bronze spinning top inside. Though resembling a ritual artifact from the Mausoleum of King Deshret, its side bore foreign script: **"Inception."** 

"Each spin reveals the truest dream," Ling Feng explained while polishing the counter. "They say it helps distinguish illusion from reality." 

As the top whirled on the table, Dunyarzad suddenly saw her reflection fracture into countless versions: a white-clad girl dancing in the desert, a bandaged self lying on a sickbed, and a Dunyarzad wearing an Akasha Terminal smiling at her... When the top fell, all illusions shattered like bubbles, leaving only cold sweat on the table. 

"Mr. Ling," she clutched the warm spinning top, "I think... I've been trapped in a loop for a long time." 

Nahida pressed her finger to Dunyarzad's brow, pale green data streams intertwining in the air. "Not an ordinary dream cycle," she murmured, staring at the *Haruhi Suzumiya*-esque symbols materializing. "Someone's using Closed Space principles to create an information cocoon." 

Lumine's Serenitea Pot hovered at the center, projecting the Akademiya's leyline simulator—now showing thirty-seven nested dream layers. Each layer reenacted different Sabzeruz Festivals: Dunyarzad tripping on stage, altars destroyed by sandstorms, even visions of her own death. 

"An abnormal energy node in the seventh layer." Ling Feng pointed at a crimson flicker. "Wait... these coordinates are the Akademiya's Restricted Archives?" 

Cyno's lightning spear sparked. "We raided illegal equipment there three days ago." 

After exchanging glances, the group drank *Inception*-style dream-sharing serum. Dunyarzad's spinning top whirled madly, dragging their consciousness into the dream abyss. 

The fifth layer reeked of decay. Port Ormos stood empty, stalls filled with rotting dates, scratching sounds emanating from every clay pot. Dunyarzad's skirt brushed damp crimson petals clinging to the ground. 

"This isn't my memory..." She trembled, pointing at the twisted King Deshret statue in the plaza oozing tar-like tears. "The Sabzeruz Festival never uses black decorations." 

Nahida suddenly covered her ears. "Something's altering cognitive frequencies!" The Akasha Terminal blared static as *Higurashi*-style curse patterns flashed across their vision. Ling Feng pulled out an Akademiya access card—now bearing the words **"Hinamizawa Syndrome-Type β."** 

"Down!" Lumine tackled Dunyarzad into an alley. The ground where they stood collapsed, countless bandaged arms erupting—each wearing Dunyarzad's jade bracelets. 

"Found you." A familiar sneer echoed through the layers. An Akademiya scholar's phantom materialized under a blood moon, holding the same Abyss storage device from the Restricted Archives. "The God of Wisdom's successor walked right into the trap..." 

Nahida's eyes glowed emerald. "Yuki Nagato's Information Manipulation Theory... Let's try this." Her hands on the Akasha Terminal triggered quantum reconstruction. The Deshret statue crumbled into data streams as the scholar dissolved in binary rain. 

"Now!" Ling Feng shoved *Death Note* fragments into Dunyarzad's hands. "Focus on your truest memory!" 

The girl gripped the top, envisioning her mother weaving flower crowns on a sickbed. Golden threads and Padisarahs materialized, entangling the Abyss device. Lumine threw a *Demon Slayer*-style Nichirin Blade, its strike releasing wailing phantoms—countless "Dunyarzads" who perished in festival loops. 

"Even human prayers..." Cyno's spear pierced the final dream layer, "...you dare defile them?" 

Dunyarzad awoke gasping, the spinning top still whirling. Port Ormos' sunlight felt warm, only the *Higurashi* curse fragment in Nahida's palm proving it wasn't a hallucination. Ling Feng quietly collected the Akademiya pamphlet by her pillow—its footer reading: **"Dream Recurrence Project - Phase 3."** 

That night, Dunyarzad burned letters filled with looped memories before the Goddess of Flowers' statue. As ashes drifted skyward, a "Dunyarzad" wearing an Akasha Terminal flickered in moonlight. Nahida stood atop the House of Daena, holding two conflicting reports: **"Treatment Successful"** and **"Hinamizawa Virus Spread Detected."** 

The night wind scattered dandelion seeds from her hand. One landed in a Restricted Archives vent, where a massive machine hummed. Inside its glass tanks floated thirty-seven Dunyarzad clones, each chest branded: **"Sabzeruz Test Subject - No. 114514."**