Dreams are funny things, you know? At one moment they are incredibly vivid, to the point of becoming false realities. The only way someone can discern between their own reality and the true one is to be aware that they are dreaming, and that seldom happens. Serge awoke on the beach, right after that moment, when one world became two, and then one again. He held the Mastermune, though he thought for certain he had held another weapon, and some money. That had added some pertience to the dream, the wonderful and complex dream, but soon he learned to ignore these. All of those people had never existed, save in his own mind, he told himself. They would never be, but Leena was here with him, now. And thus, as it happens with all dreams, Serge forgot.
But that which is forgotten, is not gone.
The greater dreams were not yet finished. Far from it.
And deep within the flow of time, Lavos waits.
