Lord Auditor Sato Kenji-sama hailed the Nocturnal Levy's first full harvest, dispatching 4,872 copper-skinned collectors whose translucent inner eyelids caught the glow of 19,000 new chimneys. Their orders: extract every unpaid reverie before dawn.
Summer quotas now rise with the heat. One dreamer already owes three nights of pleasant memories after underreporting a vision of victorious knights. 'I merely dreamt of jubilant knights and harvests aplenty!' he protested, ledger clutched to his chest.
The same machinery that funded the recent NATO £37 billion missile program now fuels dream-enforcement ordnance. 'Dreams are our most sacred currency,' said Fortuné Saito, Lead Enforcer, 'but they must be harvested for the public good.' Jovia's chimneys keep belching; its citizens keep sleeping.


