At length, there were many straightforward and unreserved answers from the amicable and open-hearted songstress despite the ever watchful big brother producer when it came to questions about their past (the Stellaron disaster and the Family's subsequent aid), the motivations of their shocking debut with hit sensation Ast Rickley (persistent Elation meets stubborn Harmony but something had to win, and persuasion was Rickley's game) and how the both of them soared to great heights with the hit album INSIDE especially with debut songs 'If I Can Stop One Heart  From Breaking' and 'On The Most Beautiful Day' only to fade into obscurity (a journey for a fresher outtake than Epsilon could ever give, back to the ruins of their old home planet while helping the less fortunate in war zones and disasters to understand the meaning of song).

And yet, a singular question remains eluded no matter how many times it had been phrased, or referenced with multiple events leading to such a question that only led to simple and yet unfulfilling answers. Although I was more than happy to just leave it be, probing until something sustansiable came out when such lines of questioning were not dismissed by either siblings, the quick-witted producer caught on and told me to be frank.

Hesitating a little, I finally went straight to the point and decided to address the not necessarily unfounded rumors about sightings of dangerous criminals in multiple events previously used in reference to this very question and also that when dangerous criminals were sighted outside of their scheduled events, there were multiple witnesses claiming glowing toys and bright birds were seen within mere glances in the middle of criminal activity. There, the question will be about their association with criminals and whether the suspicion placed under them prove true.

In expectation that I would be outright dismissed, subjected to anger for the unprofessionalism in bringing about such gossipmongering even when many fans will contend it a very real point that needs to be uncovered one way or another or tamest case scenario be given an awkward laugh and a subject change, both brother and sister only share an enigmatic smile and exasperated chuckles.

'A very scandalous question, and yet this is not the first time nor the last we will be asked of it. We are not ignorant from the news to authorities with such relentless questions. And the same answer could be given, per usual. Nothing will be confirmed nor denied. It adds to the enigmatic mysteriousness that we have promised our mentor to uphold in the path to our stardom.'

A chaotic answer mismatched with a stoic tone from the producer was presented, an almost reasonable explanation when the mentor could only be referred to the equally chaotic hit sensation Ast Rickley, of the Elation that more often than not would not be recognized for lawfulness. Even so, serious allegations have been taken to the siblings, associating with elusive criminal organizations highly wanted by the IPC and in being suspected, is it worth this 'enigmatic mysteriousness'? Wouldn't it instead hurt their path to stardom?

By now, like many others before me, I still expected absolute silence, a subject change and the usual denial in this more scandalous questioning, but expectations were exceeded by the songstress' answer:

'Fame and infamy go hand in hand. Even our mentor has dabbled into criminality, sheerly for the fact that their Path wouldn't find itself bound by rules and under mentorship like that, we may find ourselves lax around the laws. If one thing should be said now, in hopes that this persistent questioning dies down, there was nothing done that we would regret and everything we could feel proud to do, aligned straightforwardly to the stardom path we sought out for.'

For an unbiased interview, I would not run with any assumptions but readers alike would bound to take such an answer as admission. In the interest of an interview published acceptably between both parties, I plainly spoke such fact and yet again exceeding expectations, the siblings laughed it off. I then asked why, after silences, denials and subject changes from magazine interviewers such as myself to authorities with higher power, that they would reveal this answer here and now.

And I only received a strange answer from both at the same time:

'Because fate wills it.'  

- Excerpt from Birds and the Sky: Exclusive Interview with Robin and Sunday

***

The Trailblazer wondered how they came to this, holding back March's excitable form from the white ear winged and haloed woman associated with the Halovian species and apparently 'the most beautiful renowned singer across the universe' Robin right after the problematic check in to the Astral Express' latest venture in Penacony. It was especially disconcerting when they recognized Robin from a faraway dream during the warp jump, with her 'most handsome and capable producer in all of Penacony' brother Sunday.

The beautiful and handsome description had been given previously by the sweet talking flatterer IPC manager, Aventurine who had convened with Sunday and Miss Alley for the matter with the check-in problem when Dan Heng bailed out of the Penacony trip and they took his place, yet not given entry because at the time they could not be inputted when they weren't even a Trailblazer, doing who knows what before coming with them out of Herta's Space Station.

So far, as the Trailblazer recalled a strange dream, they have met the siblings and Aventurine, out of the other characters they listened into out of curiosity and for both siblings:

"The stage has finally been set for our taking, little sister."

"As long as both of us stand there together, to the very end or else you cannot say we truly taken it, right brother?"

A producer and singer, in a way that makes sense. And yet, they wonder just like every conversation they listened in, despite a dream's nonsense whether it would mean more especially if they are going to the Dreamscape, emphasis on dream.

"I really can't believe we are meeting the Miss Robin and the Mister Sunday, famous Epsilon singer and producer duo to the stars," March continued squealing, "I am such a fan of both of you, ever since the debut 'If I Can Stop One Heart Breaking' and even the duet for 'Had I Not Seen The Sun'!"

"It's a pleasure having such a cutie as my fan," Robin giggled, before addressing the rest of the Astral Express crew, "Please be reassured that Sunday would help find resolution to this dilemna when it would do no good for Penacony's guests to have restless dreams.  We had noticed some complications going on and rushed here to aid you but it seemed that we might have been a step too late."

As she was saying that, a little white bird had chirped something like an agreement before flying around her halo and then resting on her shoulder.

Only the Trailblazer could her March's under the breath fangirling, "Oh my gosh, is that the bird? It's even cuter than I imagine."

"It's no problem, Miss Robin. And there is no harm done. We greatly appreciate your assistance now," Welt reassured, "Considering you both have sway to be alerted and help with this issue's resolution, are you a part of the Family?"

"My brother and I were raised by the Family but we left Penacony years ago in pursuit of our dreams. That would mean we are just guests for the Charmony Festival where I am slated to sing a song. There is no need to be a part of the Family to be alerted about any commotion, when there are other ways to be in the know of any given situation. This little one really likes to spread its wings plenty of times and isn't one to shy away from helping others," Robin said, stroking the happily chirping bird's wings. 

"Still, I am not sure that ordinary guests can help out Penacony's issues, as much as the help is greatly appreciated still," Welt pointed out.

"We may have received temporary authority from the Dreammaster in lieu of the Charmony Festival, ensuring its success from guests' happiness to the festivities itself," Robin answered diplomatically.

"Is that common?" Himeko asked, "Temporary authority as Family?"

"I doubt there is any precedent," Robin answered cooly, "But it really isn't anything special to be truly concerned about."

"When someone says it really isn't special, it ends up really being special," Trailblazer pointed out, while March threw one exasperated look at them for the ranging nonsensical to sometimes unnecessary quips they have in stock for situations like this. The Trailblazer threw a smirk back at March, knowing that someone had to either be the straight man or the funny man for a little spice in life.

If Robin was bothered by it, she showed no strain in her smile but ended up being telling with a monumental silence that almost became uncomfortable until a glowing angelic cherub jumpscare between Robin and the crew followed by Sunday speed walking over to them.

"And now the alert summon from the toys and the big brother producer instinct?" March asked softly once more to herself, practically glowing at what was happening.

"I have discussed at length with Miss Alley and fixed up the matter. You can now check in to your rooms, with Mr. Dan Heng's room taken over by our newest guest here. Penacony has always endeavoured for their guests to have peaceful and relaxing dreams, even at the eve of the once-in-an-era important Charmony Festival and it would have done no good for a prolonged issue. Mr. Aventurine has also taken his leave, having important matters to attend with the Family and sends his regards."

"Now," Sunday was the one standing next to Robin, hand squeezing warmly over the shoulder that the bird did not perched and yet was a little at front, just like how the angelic cherub had been, now resting in his hair had been, between her and the crew, "as a big brother and producer, I hope you haven't been giving Robin too much trouble now."

"No, not at all, Mister Sunday!" March jumped in, excitable, "It's an honour to meet both of you in our stay at Penacony, and the very fact that Miss Robin is also going to perform in the Charmony Festival means I must get front seats. Ooo, I'm so glad that we accepted the invitation here just to meet you two! If Miss Robin is going to sing, are you going to duet alongside her, Mister Sunday?"

"When you duet with your sister just once..." Sunday fondly shook his head before answering March, "I'm sorry to say that Robin here is the only one gracing the stage this time around. I always have a preference to behind-the-scenes, making sure she shines the best way possible. Now, if you will excuse the both of us, we have arrangements with the other Family members about the finer points of the Charmony Festival. Know its something to look forward to, and may we meet again in sweet dreams."

When the brother and sister had promptly left, it was enough for March to get out of her stupor and shake off the Trailblazer's hand, now belatedly moaning, "Why didn't I ask for their autograph?"

"And sign where? Your camera?" they chuckled, as they watched the siblings go. Unlike March, they didn't feel the least bit starstruck although they can admit that there was something ethereal about the Halovian pair, with the bird and cherubic angel at wake. Was it a quirk of their stardom? Maybe they have to ask March for more details.

"Meeting them in the flesh is such an experience, with how elegant, polite and friendly they are. They are just so good that there is no way the rumors are true," March continued to ramble on, and they smiled  thinking that maybe they didn't have to ask for any details when she is so forthcoming already.

"Rumors?" Welt asked, and March had a mischievious twinkle in her eye, that they copied considering Welt's previous experience with stardom himself. He almost looked like he regretted the question but did not back down, and March answered happily.

"Anyone keeping up with the interviews would be aware of the shady rumor and gossip that haters and critics love to throw at the 'pure angelic duo', as if those people don't know those two were mentored under the chaotic hit sensation Ast Rickley and yet came out as the elegant, emotionally touching stars we know now. At the heart of  the rumors is that Mister Sunday and Miss Robin are using the star career as a facade in aiding and abetting a criminal organization to numerous planet's disasters. Although there will be fans that argue compared to other crimes that the organization enacted, any crime in the vicinity of  Mister Sunday and Miss Robin end up with minimal damage with resolutions one would think toward to vigilantism..."

"In any case," March got to the point before her rambles could go sideways, "The rumors are certainly unsustainable even with the occasional coincidence that crime happens in the midst of Miss Robin's stages or the unreliable second glances of birds and toys in crime scenes relating to the producer-singer duo. Haters may as well hate, as they say and even if they don't deny out of enigmatic mysteriousness, it just adds to a charm point. But anyone with eyes can see that they are good people! You would understand, right Mr. Yang? What with your own-"

"Ahem, since when was this about me?" Welt desparately changed the subject, much to the rest of the crew's amusement when it was obviously an open secret about an idol trio and Welt's secret outings that coincided with their performances~

"March, what is the criminal organization that Mister Sunday and Miss Robin associated with in those rumors?" Himeko asked, taking pity of Welt and March easily let go in favour of the conversation continuation.

"Hehe, it might seem a little coincidental considering our own run-ins lately..." March started and the Trailblazer had a pretty good idea about who the criminal organization might be but it was still surprising to hear it out of March's mouth, like a shadow that would never leave them:

"It's the Stellaron Hunters."

***

Dear Origami Big Bird,

I am sorry that this was the only way I could send my correspondence during such a tumultous time but with options so little, I can only hope this letter no doubt reaches to your hands safely and at least be comforted by well worn nostalgia when letters had been our favorite method of communication regardless the modern uses of phones and text messaging as well as confirmation that is indeed me writing this letter considering the lengthy absence of communication undoubtedly amplifying worries and can only be assured this way after any lengthy form of silence.

No doubt you want to know how I am doing now, and other than this growing feeling to drop kick our mentor off the space ship that our co-workers may similarly harbor in their hearts, I am actually faring well. This time around, I have been reaching out in the far flung cosmos as a budding pianist and rubbing shoulders with many influenced individuals in my very first play. It is amazing how much one can garner in such parties and hear so much that rather never be left from one's lips. Regardless, the illuminating experience brings one step closer to the repaid favour and a lifelong goal that is hopefully a step closer to be fulfilled.

Yet, one cannot emphasized the dangers and risks that comes from such experiences, which led to an incident losing my phone, isolated that it was only until one of our co-workers helped bail me out with the means to finally write this letter. It is with worry that I inform you that it was an all too familiar and persistent raven who had the audacity to poke its beak around us when much information like I had gathered simply went two ways for the raven to be informed of my doings and quickly acting upon it to my endangerment. At the very least, nothing much had happened beyond that and no breadcrumb trail has been left in this starting war of information and pursuit. One can hope that nothing similar has happened on  your side and even so to keep on guard, when we hardly have much means to deal with this problem effectively.

At this time, I only cannot wait to return by your side, resuming our dreams after our very first plays separated from each other and even more thrilling than I would have preferred so although I do not see myself too petty, when I come back, do stop me from throttling our mentor upon meeting once more. Even so, simply look forward to the souveniers that I will bring along, as we can exchange stories once more. After this, let's hope for a break from the plays our mentor loves to enact so we can continue with budding career and dreams that can't be waited upon any longer. Send my regards too, to our other co-workers.

Yours truly,
Workday

'LMAO, who sends these old fashioned letters anymore n u really gotta worked on ur encryption if I can break it 10 secs flat.'

P.S. Ignore our co-worker there. Our encryption is flawless, she's just too good compared to any other dangers that could intercept this letter, but I admit that we probably have to revise our long-time code. 

- The first of an encrpyted letter among many tucked away in a hidden folder and treasured safely in a locked drawer

***

"Are you sure we shouldn't take another joyride in this Golden Hour? The cars are always more than happy to drive us around wherever we please, and better them than people flocking around here," Sunday asked, as he walked side by side with Robin in the still familar roads of the Golden Hour that had not changed much in the years they last saw it. 

"As much as I do love the wind rushing in my hair, you know as well as me why it's better to just stroll around this hustle and bustle. You should also relax about our fans. They know better by now not to make a scene," Robin answered.

"I do," Sunday grudgingly admitted, "And I don't think I can relax around fans when some people refuse to learn. You should know this better than I do."

Robin didn't deign to answer this time around, soaking in yet another Moment of the Dreamscape after being back in Penacony for the first time in years, from the hustle and bustle to the floating theater above them all and so much more.

It had been about a few weeks since they had landed in Penacony, met warmly by the Family Heads who expressed how much they had been missed with the latest events that had happened in their absence, especially recounting about the Dreammaster's oddity and explicit orders that the rest of the Family could not ignore thanks to the hierachy established in Penacony despite the equality the Harmony would preach about.

The 'temporary authority' that Robin had let slip to the Astral Express crew was precisely because of  those explicit orders, that despite having left Penacony and would still be considered guests for the ever-important Charmony Festival, Sunday and Robin were still considered Family, even if on name only because Gopher Wood wouldn't budge the fact that those two were his heirs who would inherit the Oak Family and thus charged with leading the Charmony Festival in such a capacity.

"Who knows what goes by Mr. Wood's head these days when there are Family here even in different branches who are more than capable for this ever-important festival?" Oti Alfafa had laughed it off, but his eyes tell a different story, of the wonder about what was so important about the duo he had known ever since children, who had to the public went off a teenage rebellion and yet succeeded in their endeavors to finally come back here as guests on behest of Gopher Wood which was surprisingly accepted and now faced with such a conundrum.

"You know how well Mr. Wood raised those two up, despite... some differences down the line. And even now, they are still going strong with the Harmony and would do Xipe proud. Maybe it is in hope of reconcilation on Mr. Wood's part," Maeven Ellis posited, looking around before her eyes were drawn to a spot that other eyes followed, a lone raven hidden from less knowing eyes.

"That means little, when we are not in the thick of things among the Family," Sunday said with a smile, "Even the weeks that we are here until the Charmony Festival would not be enough to figure out everything that goes on in Penacony, let alone leading an important festival. That should be known well enough."

That pessimistic statement had been addressed to all but especially to the raven, that seemed to caw in disagreement and thus land itself on Sunday's shoulder. A brief feeling passed, before Sunday stood resolutely as himself and continued:

"Still, that is something no one else needs to know. And no one can be stubborn forever," Sunday continued.

"So does that mean one of you will actually take up the mantle of the Oak Family?" Sir Whittaker, with the rest of the Heads and even the raven looked towards Sunday, the one most likely. Robin, ever protective in situations like this, had firmly shook her head and said:

"The one who should stop being unreasonable is Mr. Wood, when there are many more worthy for the Oak Family's mantle but even so, compromises would be made. How about this, since we are slated to perform at the Charmony Festival and even we want to ensure its success so take it from a performer's perspective..."

In the end, it was easily agreed that Sunday and Robin would have temporary authority, heirs nominally and although that didn't change the fact they were guests, it made them more free with access to where no Dreamchaser could otherwise go to. They were there as assistants, while the rest of the Family ran the show, much to the contentment to everyone else and whatever power play went behind closed curtains in their absence.

The Order, which they had once feared as root cause to evil doing concerning the Stellaron when they were children, might not be the only thing Sunday and Robin had to look out for, in the tumultous time Penacony would have with so many other factions sent from who-knows right underneath the Family's nose.

That was what they garnered, not from the Family who could only give so much to the people who had left the Family despite their prestige from their power influencing father but from a mentor of theirs that have a love for plays. The scripts that they had been shown thus far had convoluted the siblings' simple wishes but that meant all that was left was untangling it all.

Still, outside of the script, it was hard to pinpoint anyone's motivations and how it could play to their own. What was wanted out of Penacony, what was the best route, what had they wanted as children...

First of all, they had to untangle plenty threads that had made its way into Penacony in the meantime.

"Especially with Mr. Aventurine," Sunday now huffed, pressing on the point about 'people who refuse to learn', "He's still the same insufferable IPC lackey that I just remembered him as. And now that he's here of all places, I can't help but find an even more ominous endeavor now than ever."

"Does his flirtations still bother you, brother? If I didn't know any better, I would just say he just has a small crush on you. You did leave a... startling impression the first time we all met," Robin giggled.

The first time they all met was at a party, full of celebrities, idols and people of importance. It was unsurprising in the path of fame that they would bump into influential and important soldiers and the IPC was not exempt from that, especially for the loud and bold Aventurine making a stir at his appearance, easily catching eyes and yet a person instinctually known to stay away for such utter flamboyance that spelt trouble. 

Not to mention what happens when one ends up in the terrifying crosshairs with such a man, in that unforgettable party where tangled roles evolved in such a play:

"Ah, the great producer himself, just my luck to be caught here and now."

It was a party hosting a play unknown by all except for a certain brother and sister, that had played its course down to the minutiae up until now. Nothing, not the glamorous party crashed by masked men, women and monsters, not the death threats and terrorism displayed or the accusations to the party organizers that had been publicaly known as good-willed people with the strongest influence to bring about such celebraties, would surprise Sunday more than finding Aventurine in this very room already cracking the safe and taking the documents that was needed in this play.

"... You don't seem particularly displeased at my stumbling here."

Sunday didn't particularly liked how nonchalant Aventurine was now being under the fire and how he was reacting to Sunday's presence now. It seems the IPC wants the same things, and personally Sunday had no quarrel but his position demands that he would have to get the upper hand and keep hidden his true position that brought him here.

"And you don't seem to particularly care about doing anything about me in this situation."

"... Why, unless you have something to do with the terrorism going on at this party?"

"No, but it's something good to take advantage of what one might call just desserts to the organizers. Something your toys could do better when stealthily taking this advantage?"

And of course, Aventurine was no fool as his superficial act displays him to be. Sunday had been right on the money the first time, that Aventurine was more trouble than worth.

"What do you want with those documents?"

"What would a producer want with these documents, huh? And don't just point that baton at me when we have bigger fish to fry."

"Wha- damn, is it also your luck that those terrorists have to come here?"

"I don't think my luck would suddenly have you save me in the nick of time as we run away together like this. Especially princess carrying me like this."

Sunday will blame the sudden terrorist entrance, for him to point the baton and direct his golden cherubs towards the assailants, as his toys thought it was a great idea to sweep the IPC lackey off his feet for Sunday to scoop up along with the important documents that he probably can't pry out of his hands at the moment and have it a good idea to jump out of the window.

Of course Sunday can't fly but his training to the powers that be within the Paths he followed allowed golden strings to catch his arms and gently let him down to the ground, for a more hidden space to their interrupted confrontation. Right now, Sunday immediately let Aventurine down, not wanting to delve further on the scandalous thought of princess carrying a man he just met. Even worse than hand holding, so much that he really hoped he didn't leave the wrong impression. Still, business first.

"You have those documents. We will just reach a compromise."

"Seriously, what does a producer want with those documents?"

"..."

"Heh, an intriguing man with more than meets the eye saving me. I don't mind this compromise, nor I will pry for now. Consider this a way to have this debt paid, but let's just say it would be just my luck if we let this be a start of a collaborative partnership keeping tabs on each other. I'm sure we can put each other to good use, the more we meet each other for our own situations, huh?"

"I refuse. I hope we never meet each other again."

And of course Sunday gets proven wrong the moment he had to meet Aventurine in that check in ruckus with the Astral Express. That unsubtle smug look that Miss Alley at least didn't pick up and their conversation filled with petty double meaning was more than enough to pettily wonder whether a gloved hand slap would beat out such arrogance but reason held him back from such stupidity.

In any case, such an ending could either be marked good or bad when it was somehow Sunday that intrigued Aventurine that day instead of Robin, marking an unwaranted dynamic that he didn't need his other co-workers teasing about.

Seriously, for the last time, neither siblings are going to get harems. Sunday will not get all the boytoys and Robin will not get all the bitches, something Sunday had a scandalous gasp over while Robin just laughed over since just because they had fans, stalkers and the same sex people just seem to have the weirdest dynamic with them... Also, it was easy to know which particular co-worker drop that bomb. 

On occasions that throw off one's guard, letters and presents were sent to Sunday and Robin and as Sunday generally oversees the things sent to them per his producer's job, he had front row experience to the utter meaning of 'buying goodwill and friendships' which lit his ire to burn away any letters while throwing or giving away whatever presents sent or else keeping it reluctantly if there was no longer any option.

In other words, Sunday was fed up and wary of this particular IPC ambassador while Robin teased and giggled at such antics since Sunday shielded Robin from the brunt of whatever ire-inducing methods Aventurine had up his sleeves. But what Robin was sure of  that Sunday was oblivious to was that Aventurine didn't hold as much interest in pestering her as much as he was pestering Sunday. Her serious brother can be easy to tease~

"Hmph. Flirtations and a small crush. If that was how his insidious charm spells out to you, then he would already have multiple crushes and secured a harem by now. That grandoise shouldn't blind you to what is true underneath the surface he shields with radiance and richness. Then again, I am aware you do not need me to tell you such, don't I, sister?" Sunday at first crossed his arms with a huff but eventually looked meaningfully at his sister at the last bit.

"Well, birds, be it ravens or doves, do see plenty and as a Robin myself, I can assure blind is the furthest thing you can get from me. Although I think you are just too harsh on Mr. Aventurine even if I do agree that the IPC having an ambassador in Penacony of all places despite the numerous invitations feels quite... unwelcome. No more unwelcome than certain Masked Fools and even the Ever Flame Mansion, so why don't we just pick our own poisons at this point?" Robin laughed ruefully.

The siblings were still making heads and tails of the... entorauge invited by the Watchmaker because the Family wouldn't dare break the sacredness of the Charmony Festival in Penacony. Inviting the IPC, with Penacony's history as an IPC frontier prison where they would very much like to take the planet back, the Masked Fools known widely for their mischief especially with the ambassador they have the displeasure of knowing personally thanks to their connection with Ast Rickley and even the Anhiliation Gang.

Really, seriously, questionable. Strolling around the Golden Hour at the wake of more guests settling into Penacony as the Charmony Festival draws near did little to comfort any nerves at the very implications of the uncontained madness to be had should agendas of all shapes and sizes clash into something inconceivable.

"I would like the antidote at this point," Sunday continued on with this banter, "Imagine that, falling from the sky!"

And something did fall from the sky, not an antidote though as if objects falling from the sky have ever given weight to such declarations and proclaim them true. A familiar person had fell from the sky, in a comical pose that felt both endearing and annoying at the same time. People of course had given the crasher a wide berth but went along the way, undoubtedly used to this common phenomena one sees the longer they stay in Dreamscapes while Robin and Sunday had rushed to the person's side. This common phenomena requires tuners such as  themselves for a speedy process in adjustment and with the Charmony Festival coming soon, time saved from getting used to the Dreamscape is time used for other more important things that could be done.

"Are you alright...?" Robin asked, lending a hand to the gray haired Trailblazer, who took it greatefully even as they absently murmured, "I'm still alive..."

"They seem quite dazed. Common enough for first timers. Can you tell me how you are feeling?" Sunday asked.

"I feel... floaty. Out of this world. Is that what happens in dreams, like... I'm not here?" they questioned, still dazed and Robin, the nearest, understood as well as Sunday that these symptoms were aligned with what they have already predicted, so no hesitation was necessary for what happened next.

"Please feel at ease. Let me guide you to feel right here in this very dream," Robin instructed as the familiar melodies enclosed on their gray-haired friend as tension seems to form from something unfamiliar, "Relax, don't worry. You will feel like your normal self in no time."

And just as quickly, the Trailblazer relaxed, breathing in and out before they stood more upright to open their eyes in simple shock over the process. Moving their body in contentment and awe, they asked, "What did you just do to me?"

"A common enough tuning process with the resonance of Harmony to allow free control of your limbs in this Dreamscape," Sunday explained.

When the Trailblazer looked confused, Sunday continued, "Essentialy, the Dreamscape is a world formed by memoria. Only understanding it fully will enable you to freely move in this world. Just like learning how to swim, easy to sink at first when you are not accustomed with water and yet in getting the hang of it, you can float and swim on the surface effortlessly."

"Wait, does that mean I can possibly.. swim in this memoria like water? I can fly?" Trailblazer asked, a glint of excitement in their eyes and Sunday chuckles.

"In theory, it might be possible but there is so little we truly know about memoria unless you are a Memokeeper to be able to manipulate memoria like that as you wish. At least tuned with the Harmony, there is little difference in laws between the real world and dream world so you can slowly adjust."

"... Ah, please excuse my know-it-all attitude with my rambling. I can't seem to shake off this particular habit," Sunday ended.

"It's fine," the Trailblazer smiled, "I feel like I got to know a lot from what you just said so it's nothing to really excuse yourself for."

"Then, welcome to Penacony Golden Hour. Do you have any idea where you want to go?" Robin asked, with a smile.

They shook their head, only looking upward and around in awe at the vast place to explore and Robin continued:

"Why not accompany us to Oti Mall for a bit? Sunday and I have other things to do afterwards but we can hang out a little more until then. What do you say?"

Honestly, there was no reason to refuse so it was unsurprising that the Trailblazer would nod along. Walking together now, the Trailblazer had then opened up their phone to text back to another one of the crew. The siblings looked at each other, a small smile forming on their face.

They have successfully secured the Trailblazer and directed them to the place they needed to go for a brand new play with a fellow actor. The siblings didn't even need to accompany them, but it had been a long time and a catch up felt like it was in order.

Even if the Trailblazer cannot possibly remember their time as a Stellaron Hunter and their previous missions with both siblings.

Even if it couldn't possibly be known about the small similarities and differences in their bouts of silence to answer in action than words such as shakes and nods, or the quirky curiosity about flying in Penacony or even how accepting they were about Sunday's own long-windedness.

It felt like much had changed and yet what matters might remain the same.

In a way, that was what Sunday and Robin could only hope for Penacony. This arc was only just starting after all, and with scripts at hand, they could only begin the first push.