Rêve

Well. You have a friend for now at least, and you resolve to make full use of this time.

You want to show the spirit your favorite things. Most of them are outside of this place, and the spirit says it would like to stay here, but offers to show you some things too. You tell the spirit of your favorite things for a while, showing how you wiggle around to get a piece off the fruit from this tree.

The spirit tries to teach you to sing. It seems to be working! Well, a little. But it fills you with such a good feeling, and you see that the spirit shares in your feeling.



You never would have imagined your morning could go like this. But as the time passes on and on, you know it must come to an end. You ask the spirit, if it was born in this place, could there be any more of its kind around here?

"I suppose it is possible. Though I have not seen any others. This tree above us is, in a way, my mother, and I would know if she had any other children."

That makes sense, you guess. You can't remember your own mother, though you wonder if you ought to. You can remember your own birth, a season or two ago, beneath a tree in a cozy hole that you like to sleep in. But no one else was there.

The spirit holds you closer. "I can feel the lonesomeness in your heart, little one. You fear it will grow again when we part."

It's true. You feel that doubt even now. Nervously, you wonder if you might go with the spirit when it leaves.

"I am afraid there are places which I travel that would not suit you at all, my small friend. But perhaps... in the time we have remaining, I could offer you some help to change your lonely life."