I came too in what looks like another garden. I get up and some of the flowers in the bed I landed in turn to more butterflies and flutter away. Or were they always butterflies and I just didn't notice? It looked nice, maybe other than the whole, nothingness thing. A trail continued off as far as I could see. I dunno if I wanted to go down that way or just stay here, but, what else was there to do? I-
Who are you?
Huh? Who's there?
I feel vague and ill-defined. I need texture, something you can provide with your own experiences.
I looked around but couldn't see anyone. Where was that voice coming from?
That's not important, now. Please, tell me more about you.
Can they read my thoughts? Erm... you wanted to know who I was?
If I can grow to know you, then it will help me grow to know me.
I dunno if that entirely makes sense, but... sure. I guess I got time to kill while I'm walking. What would you like to know?
What kind of person are you?
That's... an awfully loaded question, don'tcha think?
Let me be more specific. If you were at a crossroads, one road leads into the morning alone and the other into the night with your friends, which would you take? Or would you find a way to bridge the ways between?
