A Reunion

[Ayla's POV]

I find myself sitting in a large room with fluffy white chairs and blood-red floors. Above the ceiling is painted to look like a pristine blue sky, and where the sun is placed, it shines brightly from a small circular window that allows the real sun's rays in.

"Where is this?" I murmur, continuing to take in my surroundings. "Wasn't I on the grounds of Crimson Tides?"

Immediately, flashes of what had happened with Aera and Celia begin to flash across my mind, attempting to spur me into action but stopping as understanding of what is happening hits me.

"A dream," I murmur, realizing that I must have passed out after hitting the ground. "But whose exactly?"

This clearly wasn't a space that my mind would come up with given how plush and high-class it was, but I couldn't exactly think of anyone in particular that I knew who would dream it up either.

That was the thing when it came to dreamwalking. I could travel around in dreams of those I knew due to my connection with them,