You think with all your might, and soon you and Princess Luna are standing on a simple but charming hilltop overlooking a sweetly-colored sunset. A picnic basket adorns a nearby checkered blanket.

“Ooohhh!” Princess Luna gasps, skipping over to the blanket and sitting on her haunches before you can issue any sort of invitation or explanation. “I love picnics! They are so unassuming that they hold intrinsic charm!”

You sit down next to her and open the basket, removing some light foodstuffs and a cold bottle of cider to share.

“Daisy Sandwiches?” Luna asks with an amused grin and a sparkling, curious expression. “How delightfully proletarian!”

Throughout the rest of the illusory meal, Princess Luna slowly repositions herself close to you, and by the time that the last rays of the sun disappear, her side is touching yours.

You open your eyes, revealing the cold barracks dormitory around you.

Proceed to Chapter 21.5.