Yet another dream, laying upon a landscape where waves sweeten the soul. The leftover data of the beach woven with mysteries and whispers from the tide. With the wind humming gentle melodies and every grain of sand holding a possibility to be discovered. Satoru, who was beside you, turned to face you. He parted his lips before speaking

"The beach is beautiful, isn't it. Although it feels better to gaze upon the rhythm of the waves with the company of you by my side, it makes it feel much sweeter."

He spoke, every word spoken gentle and softly.

"How cruel is fate, to code me as a dream entity. To be forever trapped in a small fragment of your reality. While you are flesh and bone, I am leftover data destined to adore you."

His expression falling, his tone lowering.