Reeshæ : my captors will dream of me. Just as I dreamt of my paper walls and glass skies.

Kinna : your captors ? Or your creations? Those sweet nightless creatures.

Reeshæ : Same difference, just another loop of the same single skein of thought. What is real anyways?

Kinna : This is real.

Then Kinna kissed her.

Reeshæ : No, it's not.

Kinna: What is this?

Reeshæ : nothing, just a mossdream.