Coral Parasol

The parasol carried by Cantarella. Its round canopy resembles a soft, plump jellyfish with long, graceful tentacles that seem to float effortlessly in the air. The ribs of the parasol are crafted from deep-sea coral, meticulously shaped into perfect curves that gleam with a subtle glow, both beautifully delicate and unyieldingly strong. At the handle, a sapphire is embedded, a symbol of the unshakable authority of the family head. Violence has never been Cantarella's first choice, but when forced to defend herself, she merely spins her parasol, and in an instant, the canopy radiates brilliant light. From it, a mesmerizing swarm of jellyfish unfurls, drifting into a phantasmal sea of illusion. Drawing her enemies into this enchanting yet perilous sea of dreams is the signature art of Cantarella. Like its owner, the parasol may appear soft and fluid, yet when the need arises, it is always indestructible.

Cauldron of Sweet Dreams

The cauldron used by Cantarella, the Sea Witch, for potion brewing. The sapphire adorned on it marks Cantarella's authority as the head of the Fisalias. She often allows her whims to guide her, carelessly tossing in unexpected ingredients, such as jellyfish tentacles, fish scales, tears from the heartbroken, and even the murmurs that linger in the air. Whatever she adds, the result is always a pot of sweet dreams that dissolves the bitterness of reality, gently soothing those lost in the abyss.

Potion Vial

Cantarella always carries this potion vial, adorned with a sapphire as bright as the one she wears as a mark of her authority. Inside, she keeps a special brew, one she carefully prepares to ease weariness and calm nightmares. However, ever since you brought her away from the Sea of Ghosts, the nightmares have ceased. Now, this vial is imbued with her rare sincerity and tenderness, like a soft light piercing the abyss, reflecting the gentle murmurs hidden in the rolling waves. It is now a symbol of the trust Cantarella has placed in you, the one who has navigated the dark tides and reached the depths for her.

Round Table

The light filtered through the stained glass, casting a speckled pattern across the crimson sofa. Dim lamps flickered softly in the misty purple room. Around the round table sat several indistinct figures. Some lounging in the light, others half-immersed in the shadows. The lady who arranged this gathering, or at least, by her position, that's what it seemed, spoke first. She had long, silky purple hair, and her indigo eyes, veiled in a soft mist, gave her an ethereal, dreamlike vibe. Lounging lazily on the sofa, she absentmindedly toyed with the sapphire pendant on her chest, a habit she indulged whenever lost in thought. "I've gathered everyone today to discuss one thing: where should we stay? In the 'Illusory Dream,' or in reality?" "Since we've been wandering the edge of dreams, should we remain here, in this illusion, where everything is familiar, light and delicate as bubbles? Or should we step forward, into reality, where we might face the unknown… but also see sights we've never known?" A lazy but resolute voice cut through her words. "How weak of you, Cantarella. You may be head of the family now, but from what I see, you're far from being capable." A figure emerged from the shadows, a woman with long hair cascading like a waterfall. She wore the same sapphire pendant and carried an air of grace similar to Cantarella's, but with the undeniable weight of experience and authority. Her deep purple eyes glinted with an unquestionable edge. "This meeting is pointless. Just pour the 'Velvet Dream' into the waterfall behind the castle, and let all of Ragunna fall into a dream under your control. That way, we will be queen wherever we go." "Invalid answer. Or, if you insist, it will be counted as a vote for 'Illusory Dream.' Though it sounds a little wild and impractical, I'll still write it down for fairness. This is our discussion, after all." A young girl sitting beside them answered, opening a notebook full of strange doodles. She found a small space nearly buried under potion recipes and seriously drew a neat line. "I abstain," she said casually. "This discussion probably won't change anything. You already have your answer, don't you? For me, it doesn't matter where we stay." She closed the notebook with a soft snap and shook out her white shawl. The light caught her blue, hazy eyes. "Why can't we just keep it simple and follow our hearts? Cantarella, you like watching the birds outside the window and long for a life of freedom, right? Then just do what feels right," said the youngest one, sprawled on the sofa, her hands lazily chasing the dust motes dancing in the light. "This is an important decision and should be discussed seriously," Cantarella replied, her voice tinged with a hint of helplessness. "Let's start with you then. Please explain your choice and the reasoning behind it."