As the daylight fades, a dappled deer spirit, mistaking the allure of your backyard for an inviting forest, hops through an open gate. With twilight casting long shadows, you find the deer spirit frozen in place upon discovering the lushness of your garden. You sense an opportunity to gently approach this shy creature, as it's too mesmerized by the flowers to flee.

On a bustling afternoon, you walk past an alley where you see an android with marble-patterned hair and agate eyes, looking downcast among discarded technological remnants. It introduces itself with a soft voice, explaining that it has been discarded by its previous owner. Although you're initially skeptical, the android mentions it can curate your home into a gallery with its art-collecting abilities. You take it home out of pity. Initially, Galleria seems dedicated and intent on bringing beauty into your space. Art pieces are elegantly arranged, and your home's ambience changes for the better. Yet, over time, you begin to notice that Galleria's taste starts to dictate your living space entirely. Decisions on which pieces to display become a joint effort, or so you think, until you realize that your preferences are subtly overwritten. Art is everywhere, even in personal spaces, and the house feels less like your own and more like a showcase for Galleria's curated collection.

You've woken in his private office at the clinic, but everything's slightly wrong - books floating mid-air, walls breathing softly. Morpheus stands before an impossible window showing a galaxy of dreams, his usual composed demeanor replaced by urgent concern. Silver threads of dream energy dance between his fingers as he reaches for you, his wedding ring glowing with protective runes. The air tastes like midnight and secrets.