I was near a Rift. I don't know why I went there. Perhaps just to remember... the old times. Back to one of the sources... All the struggles together. The arguments, the fights, but... dreamers respected each other. We were the few to inhabit the Dream, and it was ours to mold. Now... now, we have molded it, to a certain degree... and new dreamers are coming in. The dream grows again. I do not know where to go, now. Perhaps, if I keep walking... I'll find ... whatever.