I once dreamt I was inside a massive stone fortress, but this one was on a huge, rotating island in the sky. The walls glowed green from the lava below and every corner was watched by a pair of dragon‑like guardians. I felt safe, yet every time the island spun, I had to keep my footing and remind myself that even a castle can be a battlefield. That dream stuck with me because it felt like a promise that no matter where the world turns, my fortress will still protect me.