[ Such a deep sleep, deeper than he usually gets in Sidereal. Not that he minds usually - having his arms around Jonah is enough to pull him into something restful on most nights - but this is a bit different, isn’t it?

He blinks at the valley, its vibrant colors, the beautiful house. Should he approach? … It’s a dream, right? Well, maybe.

(That whisper - it’s familiar - it reminds him of a connection he lost recently— )

He finds himself heading up to the house nervously, poking his head into the main entryway. ]

H-hullo? Anyone here? I’m - I’m sorry to intrude, I just.

[ He has no idea where the hell he is. ]