The girl slams into the cave wall and drops to the floor.

“Yeah,” says Color. “That’s how it gets ya.”

Wood helps her up. “Sorry,” she mutters. “You were stuck hard.” 

Groaning and coughing, the girl wrangles herself from Wood’s hands and grabs at the wall to hold herself steady.

Whirls of weak thought bloom in the silence. Scattered shadows on the wall show us something vague. Unreal. Ominous, even.

“The Forest wants you to do something”, Wood announces suddenly. 

The girl’s eyes open wide. 

The symbols on the wall collapse into letters. Startled by the noise, she turns to watch the sentence form.

“Open the Logic and Close the Dream.”

Silence returns to smother the world.

Clutching her head, the girl twists her glare towards the mouth of the cave. Color and Wood turn to each other. “I think,” says Color, “she wants to get out.”

“Of the cave?”

“Of the forest.”

“Ah,” says Wood. “Makes sense. She wants to be free.”

“From what?”

“Forces outside her control, I suppose.” 

Color sighs. “Nice intellectual sugarcoating there. She just wants to run away from everything. But that’s a bad idea. She should stay here. With us. ” 

“She fears the Forest is going to die. Maybe she fears the same would happen to her.”

“Still,” says Color. She-”

They turn to the girl. 

But she is not there.