[ She's not really sure how she got by without Moon. Sure, there were the lives that they lived as dreams, but they were ultimately ephemeral and shattered into myriads of painful glass. To meet, to fall in love (or hate), and then to die in the pyres of the curse that painted their names.

Too many times. Yet, that familiarity is exquisite, far more than that which a human would ever understand. ]

Before this? Hmmm...

[ She thinks with a finger to her chin, a gesture that seems exaggerated but served more as a reminder of her own self. ]

We visited a city founded on alchemical research. [ Worked there. Lived there as a transient dream. Nearly became enemies, but --- ] I tried to buy some of their inventions to take along just in case, but they didn't make it here somehow.

[ It's... the truth, somewhat. ]