“We have to go back,” Toko said. “Not to the Shell. To the space between. Where memory and dream and reality all spiral into the same point.”
And when he opened his eyes again, he was back in the hospital room. Toko was asleep in her bed, her hand resting on the window, the condensation spiral half-finished. The fluorescent light hummed. The clock on the wall said 3:33 AM. -ENG- The Shell Part III- Paradiso -V1.0.0H-
He turned. Toko stood in the aisle, no longer in a hospital gown but in a black dress that seemed to absorb light. Her hair was longer. Her eyes were older. And floating beside her, translucent and flickering, was a figure Reiji knew all too well. “We have to go back,” Toko said
Toko’s eyes glistened. Not with tears. With the reflection of all the mirrors, all the selves, all the moments he had ever lived or would ever live. Where memory and dream and reality all spiral