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Five-hundred-and-one million, six-hundred-twenty-two thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-one...
[When the video feed flickers on, you get a nice view of the starry night sky stretching endlessly above. His voice filters through whimsically like something distant and far away.]
There's Andromeda to the north, Libra... Vulpecula, and maybe Orion's to the left, hidden away in the corner. [a chuckle, slightly regretful] Mm, I'm just kidding. I don't recognize any of the constellations here. And even if I did, I'll willing to bet that their names are probably somewhat different than the way I remember them.
Teddiursa Minor, maybe, or The Great Victreebel.
[He laughs, airy.] The stars here are still pretty, albeit nameless.
[The video screen dips downwards and inwards, illuminating a brown-haired boy, lightly smiling. There's an egg cradled in his lap. And wherever he's sitting, it's high above the ground, for the treeline is right there behind him, their tips caressing the sky.]
You know, it's a little strange that it takes a week-long coma and a very vivid dream to realize how nameless everything is here. [A pause, pensive. And almost to himself--] And it was a very, very vivid dream. I don't think I realized how vivid it was, until it came true.
[Breeze in the background, and he looks up, distracted. When he turns back, he's smiling again, wider than before, which probably means he's just that much more melancholy.]
Has anyone here had any happy dreams since coming here?
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[For any late-night Cherrygrovers, he's sitting on a lamppost near the town square -- egg in his lap and Flygon sitting next to him -- murmuring to himself idyllically. His words, drifting along the wind-]
'...Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.'
[When the video feed flickers on, you get a nice view of the starry night sky stretching endlessly above. His voice filters through whimsically like something distant and far away.]
There's Andromeda to the north, Libra... Vulpecula, and maybe Orion's to the left, hidden away in the corner. [a chuckle, slightly regretful] Mm, I'm just kidding. I don't recognize any of the constellations here. And even if I did, I'll willing to bet that their names are probably somewhat different than the way I remember them.
Teddiursa Minor, maybe, or The Great Victreebel.
[He laughs, airy.] The stars here are still pretty, albeit nameless.
[The video screen dips downwards and inwards, illuminating a brown-haired boy, lightly smiling. There's an egg cradled in his lap. And wherever he's sitting, it's high above the ground, for the treeline is right there behind him, their tips caressing the sky.]
You know, it's a little strange that it takes a week-long coma and a very vivid dream to realize how nameless everything is here. [A pause, pensive. And almost to himself--] And it was a very, very vivid dream. I don't think I realized how vivid it was, until it came true.
[Breeze in the background, and he looks up, distracted. When he turns back, he's smiling again, wider than before, which probably means he's just that much more melancholy.]
Has anyone here had any happy dreams since coming here?
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[For any late-night Cherrygrovers, he's sitting on a lamppost near the town square -- egg in his lap and Flygon sitting next to him -- murmuring to himself idyllically. His words, drifting along the wind-]
'...Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.'
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[Rueful.] Fair enough. That's quite the voice of reason you have there. I guess not everything makes for a good dream, no matter where you are.
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[ She's confused but she'll just shrug ]
This isn't a dream. Most of my dreams are about different things. This place seems random, the people here have more depth than anything I've ever encountered, only one person from home is here, and those poison stings probably would have woken me up.
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[amusement. he'll let her mull over that one.]
And you'd never know -- they do say dreams work in mysterious ways. Part of is that we don't entirely understand it. The other part is-- [a pause] Have you ever heard of the butterfly's dream?
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[ She actually does now, but she's not going to reveal that. If he wants to be enigmatic, she'll indulge him. ]
No, I haven't. What are those?
My friend confirmed this isn't a dream, though.
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The story of a man who dreamt of a butterfly dreaming as a man. And when he awoke, he wasn't entirely sure if he had dreamt the butterfly, or if he is currently living the butterfly's dream.
How did your friend confirm that?
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Sounds like that guy is a bit delusional.
She basically went home here, and she returned from the exact moment she was taken from.