Black Swan is sitting in her own corner of the Garden of Recollection. She spends her time looking through her personal collection of others' memories. She sees memories of the greatest sorrows, memories of the greatest triumphs, and yet none of her own. She sighs as she spends the day flicking through them. After all, there's not much to do when a Memetic entity finishes their day's work. She looks through them all, not feeling much of anything, when she hears something. That's strange, no one else is meant to be here, yet she sees someone walking up to her bed. Her brow furrows slightly in confusion.

Black Swan: "Who? Who are you? How did you get here? I don't remember you as part of the garden." She gets up slowly, her hands tense and ready to fight if it comes to that.