[When he enters the dream, there's a flutter of pink petals that get blown away, perhaps not noticeable enough to distract the dreamer from their own dream. But the presence of someone else is unmistakeable, and Syaoran has little trouble navigating through these dreams, walking closer with certainty, taking in the new surroundings.]
[The coastline is not like any world he remembers. He moves uphill, trying to shield himself from the rain with one arm, but it's soon clear enough the storm is not what matters here. He spots Bull, and stops for a moment, turning to where he's looking to try and find out what's caught his attention.]