The Master of Dreams has yet to sink into his eternal slumber.
He was aware of Lu Li's arrival, aware of the purpose of their journey.
"There is nothing to be done."
The Eternal Dreamer, bathed in the starlight by the window, still replied in this way.
"Not even you have a solution..." the twisted figure murmured.
"Because only in this way will there not be a bad ending..." The Eternal Dreamer spoke in a weathered voice: "I have seen each star as a world... I have seen the rivers formed by stars fragile as sand in a storm... I have seen vast worlds as part of something called a game... I have seen the terrifying power of science reaching its end just by us taking a step... I have seen how one fall could wither a world... Survival and destruction lie in our every decision. Perhaps it's about stepping with your left foot when you go out, perhaps it's about going to sleep a little later, perhaps it's about the butterfly flapping its wings gently..."
