7 The Miracle Reborn

As expected, with the Harmony Festival drawing near, all sorts of strange people began to appear... Rachel thought somewhat harshly, at least the bizarre background music was emerging.

Even though she had already moved far away from those two vividly colorful and numerous guests, Rachel felt their background music still lingering in her mind.

It was truly... a devilish tune.

Rachel shivered, pushing those two intertwining songs deep into her memory, then took out her phone and opened a drawing app, sketching some rough ideas.

No matter how the dream world changed because of the Harmony Festival, so far, these changes had little to do with her, Rachel.

For her, the most important thing was still—

She heard that song again.

A neon-lit melody—the exclusive background music of the stowaway who had caused her to be dragged into a small dark room by the hounds!

Rachel didn’t know what the song was, but that didn’t stop her from having a vivid memory of the song and the corresponding stowaway she had never even glimpsed because of this encounter.

This was a matter she, a small figure, wanted to interfere with—after all, who told her to be the unlucky scapegoat?

Who wouldn’t be angry under these circumstances?

Rachel found it hard not to care about this, so she paused her design work and suddenly looked around.

She saw no suspicious individuals.

According to the two hounds, the suspect was a tall, silver-haired male.

These three criteria formed a very specific image...

To be fair, in the dream realm, it was truly rare to see anyone fitting those traits.

All the tall and bulky figures Rachel had seen were the hounds of Pinokoni—those burly elite hounds, their bodies covered with sinewy muscles and scars.

But none of them matched the "silver" characteristic.

After scanning her surroundings, the only person Rachel noticed was a tall, gray-haired girl who had earlier fallen from the sky and landed perfectly within a circular pattern on the station floor.

Next to her was a white-haired girl, not short, with a cute and delicate face, wearing a dark coat over a flowing light green skirt.

The two were strolling down the street, laughing and chatting, their shoulders almost touching.

Rachel couldn’t help but smile at the scene.

Girls being affectionate with each other was truly beautiful! She had once thought about buying a house in her picturesque hometown, renovating it, and occasionally renting out rooms to traveling girls as a guesthouse.

Because on her home planet, finding a suitable one-bedroom apartment was indeed quite difficult.

Rachel returned to the Dream Border, where Anna had completed her design reproduction and earned the approval of the Dream Architect team leader.

Rachel submitted her design ideas. Anna gave positive feedback on her three proposed design schemes but also offered some guidance:

“If you’ve already used rich, diverse colors and vivid gemstone brilliance to express the company’s wealth and the texture of the safeguarded destinies, I’d suggest you use a relatively simple, contrasting style to represent the joyful destinies—not with color, but with your pattern shapes. Compared to other destinies, joy is often rejected due to its subjective disorder, but disorderly lines in patterns aren’t necessarily unpleasant. Why not try it?”

“And,” Anna winked playfully at Rachel, “abstract lines will suit our later use of the harmonious style to connect different sections.”

Indeed, even in Pinokoni, a resort hotel, ideological debates existed—there was a basic consensus that the harmonious were more revered than other star gods, and that the Mother of the Cluster Stars would bring a future of universal connection, a belief held by most people here.

Using the harmonious style to link different destiny designs... that was truly Pinokoni’s approach.

Anna helped Rachel revise the design draft and then submitted it to the team leader.

Rachel’s design was already quite good, and Anna’s creative input often sparked inspiration. The team leader found few faults and joked with Rachel after smiling:

“You’re now a qualified Dream Architect. You can start turning your ideas into reality, at least the framework. But I think the best place for you to begin work is over there—yes, near the observation deck. That area will definitely be richly colorful in future plans. If you have any questions, feel free to ask anyone on the team.”

Rachel took Anna to the observation deck for the must-not-miss work meal.

Yes, the same observation deck where they had been caught together last time.

For a moment, Rachel even felt that the observation deck might be the most significant chapter in her fate—how could she appear everywhere? Was this some kind of destiny recharge?

*

By the dream’s external time, it was now noon.

Rachel found a flat, comfortable spot, sat with her legs dangling over the railing, opened the lunchbox, and after a brief stare-down with a thickly cheesed beef sandwich that looked impossible to eat without getting fingers and face messy, she chose to start by eating the fried scallops on the side.

The best thing about the dream world was this: no matter how long the food was kept, it always remained at the perfect temperature, and fried items never lost their crispness.

The crispy breadcrumb coating on the scallops, steaming hot, paired with the cold tomato sauce, made Rachel understand why Anna valued today’s meal so much.

Even though Rachel wasn’t particularly concerned about food cravings, she had to admit this meal was genuinely good.

Plan was to take the messy cheesed beef sandwich back to her dorm to eat, so she could just shower if she got dirty. She stood, holding onto the railing, ready to find a suitable place to start building her design framework.

Just then, she heard the stowaway’s song for the third time.

There was no one around—at least none that Rachel could see. Holding her head, she was a bit overwhelmed:

“I really don’t understand this song... can it be changed?!”

The music suddenly halted, ending with a clean sliding sound, like someone had pressed a hand on a spinning record to physically stop it.

The next second, another melody played in Rachel’s ears.

This time, she understood:

Like sunlight breaking through the night
Dawn quietly brushes the horizon
Whose figure wanders through reincarnation
The future path lies beneath our feet
Don’t be sad, don’t be afraid
With confidence, look forward to tomorrow
A new storm has arrived
How can we stand still?
Through time and space, with all our strength
I will come to your side

...

I’m super—Rachel’s eyes widened—Ultraman!

Along with this, the previously unidentifiable tune seemed to find its counterpart in her memory: it was either a theme song from Kamen Rider or from Gundam—there was no third possibility.

She suddenly realized.

So, the stowaway was actually a transformable being. The so-called tall, silver-haired male appearance was just like Daigo’s transformation into Ultraman Tiga... well, a costume!

No wonder, even after so long, the stowaway could come and go freely at golden moments, even swaggering back to the Dream Border where she appeared, because just relying on those external features, it was impossible to capture the real stowaway.

“Miracle Reappearance” kept playing, a song full of sunshine and hope, as if constantly shouting “Tomorrow will be better,” growing louder in Rachel’s ears.

The stowaway hadn’t gone far, in fact, was getting closer.

Rachel knew there was no death in the dream; if danger arose, the family’s safety network would envelop her, quickly ejecting her from the dream to keep her safe.

This undoubtedly influenced her current decision.

Rachel... decided to take a bold step.

If she could see the stowaway’s true face and report it to her family, forgetting everything else, at least the reward...

Rachel was really short on money. The full scholarship from Origami University covered her tuition, and the hometown government’s stipend allowed her a modest but normal life in Pinokoni—but everyone needed some personal savings for emergencies, right?

Making money off a law-breaking stowaway was no moral burden for her.

As a Dream Architect, she had learned how to manipulate memory substance. It wouldn’t work on the family’s regulators, but a stowaway from outside Pinokoni...

Quietly, Rachel coated her body surface with a layer of memory-substance color, like body paint, quickly hiding herself behind a background wall she also hastily created.

Scientific invisibility technique—visual deception!

Maintaining this posture, Rachel waited for the visitor—by now, the drumbeat of “Miracle Reappearance” had been amplified so that each beat struck her eardrums like a drumstick.

The stowaway was getting closer.

Rachel held her breath.

She saw two figures stepping up from the stairs, their faces gradually revealed—

Why was it them?

Rachel could hardly believe it, but the last time she heard this song, she had also seen these two.

Gray hair, and white hair with a hint of gray-green.

Known facts: The tall gray-haired woman who fell at the station under the watch of Mr. Sunday and Miss Robin was a destiny walker on the path of pioneering, an unnamed guest on the Stellar Train, and an honored invitee of this Harmony Festival.

Known: “Stowaway” refers to those who enter Pinokoni illegally without invitations.

Then—Spin the wheel of fate! The crafty frog keeps rubbing your belly (there’s only one truth)!

That adorable girl in the light pink-green skirt was the stowaway who had also framed her!