< purpose of existing. Tonight I felt the ocean whispering in my ear... calling me in my dreams. Bringing back the long-forgotten tales of the winds and stones... that were once my family."

His eyes widened as he caressed his husband's chest. "I felt like... they were there again."

< as all those sweet caresses.

"It's a strange feeling, not being a slave to the Great Plan anymore. I've been held in a cage in my own mind for so long... that now that I no longer have chains around my neck... I feel all my true self regaining consciousness. Impliying... recovering all my true >

< Come here."

He patted the sheets with his hand, his silver, pearled hair spilling all over the mattress.

"I need to feel your hands over mine."

< the melodies. "I'm sorry, did I worry you?"