“Sunday, slow down—honestly, you walk so fast,” Robin said, following him. “Apologies, Robin. I’m excited to see our guest in the Dreamscape,” Sunday smiled. Robin agreed, surprised by his enthusiasm, noting his unique perspective on the Aeon of Unity. Sunday dismissed her question, admitting intrigue at the Aeon’s power. He privately considered how this might serve his goals, a thought that focused his mind. Snapped from his thoughts by Robin, he chuckled, “Stuck in my own head.” They proceeded to the main square where a crowd awaited the Aeon’s arrival. A burst of light streaked down, and the crowd gasped. Sunday watched, a faint smile on his face.