Some dreams were, and would always be, more vivid than others in this place - and for Yuui, the ones that stood out the most were also the ones that held the memories that were as a gift. The ones that brought to life his brother's unfettered smile and his sweet, childish voice raised in question, curiosity, or for the first time, in laughter and song.

And so, to hear that voice again, feel the familiar wind and curl of magic within him...

Was it no wonder that, for Yuui, the sound was no more than a dream conjuring the gift of one such memory? Could he be helped, if it was such a constant yearning in his heart that he didn't immediately recognize the truth of reality there, half asleep under the shaded sunlight?

Probably not, and so he slouched down further, long fingertips trailing further down the spine of his book as the hint of a smile curved his lips.