"Maybe we know each other in another life."

The wind flutters his silver hair, the tips catching the light so the strands almost appear iridescent. It's a joke and the truth at the same time. He knows that this world is not real, but it's real to Atreus. Perhaps, it's all inverted and reality has become the dreams of this world.

He turns to look at the shrike before him, a knowing smile playing at his lips.

"What do you think dreams mean?"