When I opened my eyes again, the ground was white, everywhere was white, just like it was in the dream where I had first seen Legend. Yet, something was different.
Sure enough, Legend was there, in the same attire as he had been in that very first dream, where we met under the sparkling tree.
But something was not the same.
The ground was at least twelve feet below me, and Legend was raising his head to look up at me.
“Ash,” he called me by part of my last name for the first time. “You are the sparkling pink tree.”
“I’m…?!” My voice came out as a distant echo. The wind helped carry it into Legend’s ears.
“Look,” Legend said, almost happily. He was wearing the most peaceful expression I had never seen before. Gently, he tugged at a twig, and brought it to his face. The twig was adorned with sparkling pink leaves. When he brought it to his face, it was as if he was bringing my hand to his cheek, had I still been human.
“I don’t understand.”
“Me neither, but of one thing, I am certain.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“You like me after all, don’t you, Ash?”