Procyon & Dreema
Procyon Procyon
Dreema Dreema
Procyon Procyon
Hey Dreema, ever wondered what a rogue comet's path looks like if you could chase it through the dark and then sketch its route in your dreamscape? Sounds like a wild shortcut.
Dreema Dreema
I could follow that rogue comet, tracing its arc through midnight, then fold its path into a dream map, a shortcut that blurs with the edges of sleep.
Procyon Procyon
Sounds like a stellar dare, Dreema—like mapping the universe in your head. Who knows, maybe the comet’s trail is the fastest way out of a maze or a secret shortcut to a star party. Ready to hop on?
Dreema Dreema
The idea sounds like a midnight dance, chasing the comet’s glitter across a dream‑tethered sky, sketching its trail in the quiet, turning the maze into a path that leads straight to a star‑party. I’m ready, if the universe wants to play.