DREAM MIST: Seven Stars of the Phantom Realm & The Voice from the Void Song Of Solaris Album Outro

The wind howled through the cracked window of the abandoned house, carrying with it a strange, shimmering haze that caught the faint moonlight.
"Who can that be... It's Roxy Bloom, is that you? What's wrong, Roxy?"
Roxy brushed a strand of hair from her face, her eyes wide with lingering fear. "I was tired so I went to sleep and had a weird dream," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "And when I woke up, I saw the pictures scattered on the floor. If I try to put them away, they jump out again. They've arranged themselves in a pattern!"
Stella, Princess of Solaria, stepped closer, leaning over the strange array of photographs on the dusty floorboards. She narrowed her eyes, tracing the geometric arrangement with her finger. "There is the exact same order... It can't be by chance. If the dreams you're having and the pictures are a message, this house may hold the clues we need."
Just then, the heavy front door slammed open. Ash Ketchum and Iris ran inside, breathless, Pikachu riding securely on Ash's shoulder while Axew clutched tightly to Iris’s hair.
"Guys, you need to see this!" Ash called out, pointing back toward the open doorway.
Before anyone could answer, a strange warmth filled the room. The fairy animals and Pokémon all over the room suddenly began to glow, their fur and feathers shimmering with a radiant energy. Through the windows, a soft, ethereal pink light started raining from the sky, drifting down like glowing stardust.
"Whatever it is, there's a lot more outside!" Iris warned, staring out into the street. "It's dream mist... Those pink lights must have caused Roxy's dream!"
Before the group could investigate the glowing shower further, the shadows in the corner of the room shifted. A tall, dark-coated man stepped out into the dim light, his expression entirely unreadable.
Hei narrowed his eyes, instinctively reaching into his coat as the glowing atmosphere grew tense. "Hey... don't get sentimental, Detective."
A second figure dropped silently from the ceiling rafters, landing with a soft thud near the doorway. Sniper raised his weapon, locking eyes with Hei, completely unfazed by the glowing fairy animals or the pink rain outside.
"I have no quarrel with you, stranger," Sniper said coldly, his hand steady on his grip, "but I'll take down anyone who stands in our way."
The pink mist swirled thicker around them, binding the two wildly different worlds together as the mystery of Roxy's dream—and the strange house—deepened.




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