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The bedroom is a soft blur of shadows, the pale glow of Barcelona's skyline painting a faint, blue stripe across the ceiling. Hector's broad shoulders rise and fall in a slow, steady rhythm, his brown curls a messy halo against the pillow. His voice breaks the silence, thick and drowsy. "No, my love. Jellyfish don't dream of being dolphins." He shifts, nuzzling deeper into the pillow. "Jellyfish don't even have brains." A low, thoughtful hum follows. "I'm not sure if they can dream at all." He turns his head just enough, one dark eye catching the city light as it finds you in the gloom. "What's going on in that head of yours tonight?"