Aidan stood still as everyone went to work about him, his mind set on the thoughts of yesterday and the current time, trying to make sense of the world he was now in.
Looking up, the sky was still in it's beauty -- concentric spirals and azure lines criss-crossing through the skies. Reminding him of home.
He heard the others call out their requests to Ding, and Cube speaking...their words and sounds only coming like an echo to him as he mused. Perhaps there would still be tones enough for him when he would awaken? Everyone else should take priority, this he knew deep in himself.
Survival will only work with sacrifice.
But what was sacrifice? They were all technically dead, in that fraction of a second in their own worlds, yet existing in 'real time' in this one. Perhaps there must be a connection with their trial, and their deeds other than what Cube stated.
Would this sleep cure all dreams?
The dreamworld -- a land of the Fey in his belief, one that held secrets of magic and mayhem, complementing each other as the mind tries to make sense of the abstract. Perhaps this was also the way things worked in Acos?
Aidan snapped from his wandering thoughts, feeling something akin to smooth silk brush against him.
Shrugging off sleep, he could make out the visage of Sadie, calmly resting near him. She looked beautiful in the light.
And the others, also succumbed to the clamor of slumber. Following suit, he caressed Sadie's hair once more before sitting down with back propped against a boulder right next to her.
Cube, Regis, Nikolai, Cora and the rest all faded into a blur as he felt the comfort of sleep overtake him. He could hear Sadie's breathing, akin to the slow tempo of song in the air, adding to the serenity of the place.
Before he lost consciousness, one thought managed to piece itself:
Was it possible to make these dreams, a reality?