Drifting through the vastness of possible creation feels almost like the dream bubbles, worlds bleeding together at their points of similarity. She floats on a world that is nothing but endless ocean until the salt air in her mouth turns to salty-sweet ice cream that she eats on a traincar as she rides through a twilit town of hills and bridges, bridges that take her to dungeons that promise to make her a king if she can pass their trials.

Her travels never take her home, and she tells herself it's because she already won everything it had to offer.