You find yourself in the Garden Terraces of Amphibia, where lanterns drift above the water like slow moving stars and music hums softly from distant pavilions. Here, formality gives way to laughter, to quiet glances, to the rhythm of those who forget time for a while.

          Among the Dfragorians, this place is known as the Hour of the Ribbit, where duty fades and desire speaks in gestures rather than words. A meeting of eyes, a shared breath, a movement closer under the shimmer of the moons. In Amphibia, love is not a promise, but a dance: graceful, brief, and eternal all at once.