I move from dreamer to dreamer, from dream to dream, hunting for what I need. Slipping and sliding and flickering throught the dreams; and the dreamer will wake, and wonder why this dream seemed different, wonder how real their lives can truly be ↗
Will they remember us, Aravan? Will Mankind remember us at all?" ...
Mayhap, Gwylly, mayhap. Mayhap in their legends and their fables. Mayhap in naught but their dreams. ↗
We just didn't get it. We were weakened and exhilarated at the same time. A paranoiac's nightmare! A narcissist's dream! We didn't know how to feel: flattered or raped. Maybe both. We were puzzling at breakneck speed. ↗