[An intuition powerful enough to discern a name? It's an impressive ability on its own, but it seems Mona is capable of even more through true divination. He has heard of the power of true geniuses, but it is his first personal glimpse of it before his eyes.

Thoughtfully, Sunday lifts his cup of tea to his lips, feeling the bed depress slightly where her weight settles beside him. It is also... physically closer than he's used to being with another individual, and if he considers too long where they are — in this woman's bedroom, on her bed — he suspects it will disrupt his attention on more important topics. Like the stars.]

I see. I have heard of... fabricated worlds. [Is the dreamscape so different?] Yet even when you're looking up at a real sky full of stars, you're only seeing images of the past — those lights from long ago.

[Mona has unlocked Mr. Philosopher unfortunately.]

Ah, but you've been here so long. What are your thoughts on this place? Or... advice, that you'd give to a newcomer like me.