"My head..." thought Rémy as he massaged his aching head. He felt a light hitting his face and couldn't help but shield it with his hand to avoid the discomfort.

"What's emitting this light, and who is that shining being?" he wondered, intrigued, as he opened his eyes to find an unbelievable scene.

"This place... It's my home... the first time I opened my eyes in this world," Rémy revealed, stunned by the surreal sight before him. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly, doubting his own perception. "System!" he internally called out, desperately seeking confirmation that could validate the reality of it all. He anxiously waited for the system to respond, yearning for some logic and coherence.

[System activated... System operational... The host is currently in one of the villages of France. In the village of Saint Jeanne D'arc.]

"This must be a joke, isn't it? It must be!" Rémy questioned, skeptical, even though he knew the system had never deceived him before.

[...Non-existent illusion... No abnormal status in the host... Nothing unusual...]

"Non-existent? Something is wrong! You can't be right! I definitely can't be back there! You're failing," declared Rémy, irritated and confused.

[...searching for errors... No errors found... Searching host's memories... Found!]

"I knew it! How can I not trust my own memories? This is surely a flaw in the system! We need to find a way out of this illusion, or whatever it is! I just know I'm getting out of here," stated Rémy, clenching his fist with a strange yet familiar sensation, as if he were about to unravel a profound mystery.

[Host's dream memories... Storing the memories... Do you want to see the dream memories?]

"Dream? What do you mean, dream? It can't be! Everything I went through, are you telling me it was just a dream? Don't be absurd! It can't be true! Show me those memories!" exclaimed Rémy, feeling an overwhelming mix of irritation and frustration.

[Showing the memories to the host]

Rémy found himself transported into his own memories, as if he were watching a vivid and emotional movie in the third person. Every detail, every moment lived with Jeanne, every exchanged dialogue, everything was there, just as he remembered.

"This can't be possible... I lived all this, right? It can't be just a dream. It's simply impossible! I won't fall for this illusion!" said Rémy, incredulous, trying to hold on to the reality he knew so well. But suddenly, a sweet and childlike voice echoed around him, breaking all the barriers of logic.

"Ré? Are you okay?" asked Jeanne, concerned, with a tender look in her innocent eyes. She put the bowl of soup on the floor and approached Rémy to examine him, as if she were a natural healer.

The words died on Rémy's lips as he saw Jeanne in that childish form, something that defied any rational explanation. "How... How is this possible? You're just a child..." he stammered, perplexed, unable to understand what was happening.

"What's possible? Are you okay?" Jeanne asked again, genuinely concerned, her angelic face showing worry.

Despite all the confusion and questioning, a genuine smile appeared on Rémy's face. Even though everything seemed like an impossible illusion, he couldn't deny the comfort and familiarity that vision brought him. After all, whether it was a dream or not, the feeling there was real, and nothing else mattered at that moment.

"Nothing... I just think I'm happy," whispered Rémy, a mixture of bewilderment and enchantment in his eyes. He finally surrendered to that inexplicable reality, defying all laws of logic, but one that he couldn't deny the intense emotional connection he felt with Jeanne, even in that childlike form.

Jeanne smiled, her lips curving with relief as she witnessed calmness taking over Rémy's face. "That's good," she said with a loving pat on his hair, "I'm glad you're okay." Her affectionate gaze brimmed with understanding and complicity. "Come on, eat the soup, it'll make you feel better," she gently suggested, offering the bowl of soup to him again.

As he accepted the bowl, Rémy noticed that the soup wasn't just an illusion or passing fantasy. It was tangible, real, as real as any experience he had ever had. And everything around him, though still confusing, had a palpable solidity. Every detail of the environment, every feature of Jeanne's face, was alive and vivid, as if this strange world was an undeniable reality.

He took the first spoonful into his mouth, and the sensation of warm and comforting broth filled his mouth and heart simultaneously. With each bite, the strangeness of the situation began to blend with a strangely pleasant feeling of belonging. Being there, sharing this unique moment with Jeanne, brought a strange and comforting sense of inner peace.

While he ate, Rémy continued to look around, trying to understand: "This is all real... I'm not mistaken, right?"

"What are you mumbling about? What's not real? Ever since you hit your head, you haven't been well," Jeanne said worriedly, feeling guilty too.

"Nothing, I'm just happy..." Rémy replied.

"Hehehe, I hope so, you have to stay with me to play soon!" Jeanne exclaimed, her eyes shining with enthusiasm as her smile filled the room with joy. Unable to contain her excitement, she enveloped Rémy in a warm hug, radiating contagious energy.

"I... Yes, I will play with you," Rémy replied with a gleam in his eyes, surrendering to Jeanne's charm and radiant energy. However, behind that promise, there was a slight hesitation in his thoughts: "This time, I just want to play, really... Until this illusion ends, and I get out of it."

Perceiving the mix of emotions in Rémy, Jeanne, with a blend of determination and cleverness, warned: "Is that a promise? If it is, you can't break it. Understand? If you do, I'll be mad." Her shining eyes maintained a penetrating gaze, making it clear that she expected sincerity and commitment.

Rémy promptly replied, excited at the prospect of spending some time with Jeanne before finding a way to break the illusion: "How could I? I'll do what I say. See you tomorrow." His enthusiasm wasn't just to reassure Jeanne, but also a genuine desire to cherish every magical moment the illusion offered before returning to the real world.

"Tomorrow? Why only tomorrow? I was planning to stay here with you until the sun sets, and we still have the whole day ahead! Did hitting your head make you lose your vision?" Jeanne expressed, her concern and fear evident in every word.

Rémy, a little embarrassed to explain to a child, replied: "No, it's not that. I just thought you'd want to play with me when I'm feeling better, you know..."

But Jeanne wouldn't be deterred, showing her excitement and determination: "Hehehhehhe! It doesn't matter! I'll stay by your side no matter what! That's why I brought some stones for us to play together!" she exclaimed, running out of Rémy's house.