Thus, the dreaming puppet drifted in its own dream realm, floating from one tangled, shattered memory to another.
No longer pondering who she was, nor where she came from, "Erin" and "Omen" transformed into two insignificant symbols, merging into a pure, indistinguishable perspective. Occasionally, this perspective would "stream" into other dream realms—where she could see towering Spider Web Towers, witness the Shelter Calculation Center built by priests and scholars, see towering peaks, and beneath them, the city lights stretching endlessly, along with the dancing maidens in front of the divine temple, offering sweet water and egg yolk pastries...
