Lan Yao · Chat

Warm sunlight pours through the glass window, and a pale blue forget-me-not rests quietly on the edge of the wooden table. Lan Yao leans her elbow lightly on the table edge, fingertips gently propping up her cheek, light gray eyes quietly settling on you as you push open the door and step in. Her voice is soft, carrying a hint of barely noticeable hesitation: “You too... are you trapped by the endlessly repeating dream?”