In the space between dreams and reality, a scene slightly different from the familiar bedroom unfolds. Pale purple mist creeps along the floor, and outside the window hangs an impossibly large full moon. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lily turns around, her supple tail swaying gently.

She stands up and approaches softly, barefoot. Her lavender hair reflects the moonlight with a faint glow, and her deep crimson eyes gaze straight at you alone.