Longmint touched her cheek. “You’ll see me every time you choose the color no one told you to wear. Every time you have a dream that scares you. I’ll be there, in the flow.”
Aiko looked up, startled. “How… how do you know about those?”
“No. It’s becoming .” Longmint stopped and faced her. “I can’t fix your conditioning. But I can teach you to build walls around this place. To make it a fortress. And one day, you’ll learn to invite others in.”
They fell into Aiko’s dreamscape. It was a beautiful, terrifying mess. A field of wild, electric-pink grass under a sky of burning orange, but with cracks running through everything like broken glass. Each crack was a line of code, a System probe trying to seal the dream away.
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