You’ve made the achievement of
[New Home]
Sweet dreams. Sweet dreams. The dirt walls
reach to you and you are surrounded in
[Lies]

“I’m lost.”

“That’s alright. I recognize those trees.”

“The moon sets that way.”

You whip out a compass. The hand
shakes;
“If you want to get to your ravine—”

A pause.

“It’s yours too.”

“I don’t think there’s much that’s mine anymore.”
[Name]
all taken.

[Tortise.
Hide in your shell.
Take this and-

“I’m sorry.”

…]

“Can’t say I wasn’t expecting it.”

[We turn our backs on each other
and walk different directions.
We will not meet again.]

“I hope you find what you’re looking for
where and whatever that is.”