[ Alberto rolls his eyes dismissively, but bites his tongue, instead shifting his weight to stand controposto. An ocean wave licks at their feet, appearing amidst the nothingness. And with each new wave, more appears around them. The haze turns to an island at sunset, the smell of salt in the air rushing in with it. Like dreams often go, Alberto hardly seems to notice the change, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. He certainly seems natural in this environment, once it engulfs them fully. He sets off along the beach with a bit of a stomp at first, but waves Li Lianhua along behind him — maybe against his better judgment. He still feels compelled to be polite, despite these accusations...! ]
Pssh... Fine, whatever. Just c'mon.
[ The senses are all notably heightened in this space. The sound of crickets, the waves beating the stones on the beach, gulls in the distance — all ring out loud and clear. The smoothness of pebbles on the beach under Alberto's bare feet is a vivid feeling in his mind's eye. It lends the whole dreamscape a palpable comfort in the sensation, a peacefulness that can touch both of them, however fleeting and ethereal it feels. Emotions in dreams shift as easily as the settings and plots. Alberto strolls along the shore, placing one foot directly in front of the other as straight as he can manage, holding his arms out for balance as he tries to walk in a perfectly straight line to amuse himself... For Alberto, simply walking can become a game. Who knows where he's leading Li Lianhua, but there's at least no foreboding feeling in the air — just the cool breeze and the steady singing of cicadas hidden in the trees dappling the hill above them. ]
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Pssh... Fine, whatever. Just c'mon.
[ The senses are all notably heightened in this space. The sound of crickets, the waves beating the stones on the beach, gulls in the distance — all ring out loud and clear. The smoothness of pebbles on the beach under Alberto's bare feet is a vivid feeling in his mind's eye. It lends the whole dreamscape a palpable comfort in the sensation, a peacefulness that can touch both of them, however fleeting and ethereal it feels. Emotions in dreams shift as easily as the settings and plots. Alberto strolls along the shore, placing one foot directly in front of the other as straight as he can manage, holding his arms out for balance as he tries to walk in a perfectly straight line to amuse himself... For Alberto, simply walking can become a game. Who knows where he's leading Li Lianhua, but there's at least no foreboding feeling in the air — just the cool breeze and the steady singing of cicadas hidden in the trees dappling the hill above them. ]