As they walked to Aether's home, Anne found herself wondering what sort of person he truly was. He seemed so different from them, yet at the same time, their experiences had brought them together in a way she couldn't quite understand. The house itself was unlike anything she had ever seen before; it was made of crystal and metal, with strange glowing runes etched into its walls and ceilings.

Once inside, Aether led her to a bed chamber adorned with luxurious fabrics and exotic furnishings.

As they entered the bed chamber, Anne glanced back at her friends, who were exploring the house with wide-eyed wonder and childlike excitement. She felt a pang of guilt for leaving them behind, but also knew that this was an opportunity to help Aether find his way home.

The bed in front of her seemed impossibly large and soft, its pillows invitingly plump. Despite her apprehension, she found herself drawn to it like a moth to the flame.