Strange Tales of a Desolate Dream

In the darkness, he slowly opened his eyes.

Before him, suspended among countless fine threads, was a young girl.

He looked at her, and she looked back at him.

He said, "I'm leaving."

The girl asked, "Where are you going?"

"To bring this story to an end."

She asked, "Will it be a beautiful story this time?"

He smiled, though he had been smiling all along.

"Perhaps."

"Why?"

"Because every dream eventually comes to an end."

"Just like you and me now."