（ he recognizes blue, at the edge of his awareness. the signature of an energy, known now for some months across worlds, and for the time lived in a blink of tsukuyomi. where before he has been resistant and cold, now he simply observes, allowing the intrusion.
the dream is a pleasant one. an evening on the engawa of his family home. the air thrums with instincts, and the sun is heavy and low above the mountains. he is eating a popsicle — and while he should, by rights, be no older than thirteen in this place, dreams have a way of altering one's perception of reality in strange ways. he is himself, a man now nearly twenty-two in the garden of his heart's home.
he pats the wooden planks beside him, gesturing for blue to sit. ）
dreamshare;
the dream is a pleasant one. an evening on the engawa of his family home. the air thrums with instincts, and the sun is heavy and low above the mountains. he is eating a popsicle — and while he should, by rights, be no older than thirteen in this place, dreams have a way of altering one's perception of reality in strange ways. he is himself, a man now nearly twenty-two in the garden of his heart's home.
he pats the wooden planks beside him, gesturing for blue to sit. ）