Of a dream.
"I could come with you"
"What do you mean?"
"When you leave" she said. "We could figure out what this place is together."
"I don't think it works like that. I think when you leave you are no more. Empty matter. Empty space. Empty conscience. But alive none the less. Just in a different way. A purer way."
"One" she began.
"Cure?" He responded.
"Or cura? I like that too. Was it bad I named myself that? It was just what I was hoping for in the moment"
"Is it bad I named myself this"
"It's just honest" Cure responded.
"Okay" said One, "Honest it is."
"It can't work like that" Cure said quietly.
"What?" Said One, looking at her.
Her eyes darted frantically, "there needs to be more. I need there to be more"
And back in the world somewhere. One woke with a start. But no. No. He didnt. not quite.
