“What if I choose the dream instead?”

“Sometimes I see things, I think. Out of the corner of my eye, taunting me, and then it’s gone. And dreams. Such horrible dreams. What if something terrible happened to me? What if I am damaged?"The rain is a cool kiss on my sleeve as I link my arm with hers. "We’re all damaged somehow.”

“When I dream, I dream of him.”

“We all walk in a land of dreams. For what are we but atoms and hope, a handful of stardust and sinew? We are weary travelers trying to find our way home on a road that never ends. Am I a part of your dream? or are you but a part of mine?”

“Did you hear? You are free."Yessss. Choice. It is a fine thing. And I choose to take you back, Most High.”

“Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning and there is so much to see.”

“What if evil doesn't really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?”