The following morning, Erik slowly opened his eyes to look up… at a clear blue sky. "Eh…?" he immediately uttered a confused sound and quickly lifted his head to look around with a worried gaze.
Fortunately, he immediately realized he was still in the master bedroom of his dimension, except the usually dark stone ceiling now showed a very different image…
He looked at his sides and noticed Emily and Astrid were still sleeping soundly while clinging to his arms, so rather than assume the worst and wake them, he slowly lowered his head back into the pillow.
He decided to call out to the administrator of this structure within his dimension. "Elora…?" he muttered through their bond, confusion in his tone. "Why has my ceiling turned into a morning sky…?"
"Hehe, good morning, love," came Elora's loving, but unhelpful response.
Erik sighed and pursed his lips. "Good morning, little Ember…"
"And, do you like it?" Elora then continued, proudly.
