A dream is how one began . . . a dream is how the other ended.

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"You're a Binary," a little girl's voice said, waking Bor up from his sleep.

A soft yellow light warmed the room as rays of sun came through the windows. Bor held out his hands in front of him, inspecting them, noticing that they were tiny compared to the scarred hands he was used to. He instantly knew he was in a dream again, but he had just the same amount of control as he did in the others which was none.

"That's amazing, Bor!" The girl continued. "You're going to be a great Ursu one day,"

"Of course I am," Bor replied triumphantly, his chest almost puffing out.

He's seen this dream too many times, like a hell loop that he was banished to every time he fell asleep. Everything was bound to repeat, everything ended the same way. Bor couldn't break it and wound up feeling useless.

"Now, now," a voice said from around the corner.

Bor knew it was the kitchen though he had no recollection of the place. It was a simple home with a couple book shelves and hanging plants. The walls and pillars of the place seemed to be made up of some sort of limestone and the sound of city streets was quite the distance away but very faint. The smell of this home was new but very familiar, as if he's never been there but he's known every corner that exists in that home. All of it confused him to great measures and he's always starved for the answers.

"Both of you will be great Ursus one day but you two will need a lot of work to do and study the arts of the Starcanum.

"We know, father!" The little girl said, obviously annoyed as she sighed to top off her comment. "You tell us every day,"

"You say that but you don't show any results at getting better," the man behind the voice finally appeared from the kitchen with a rag between his shuffling hands, drying them.

Rays of light positioned themselves perfectly according to the time of day, shining too bright to see the man's whole face. Bor could only see the combed hair, and the black vest that he wore with dress pants, and brown shoes. He could barely make out his smile.

"Bor shows greater promise than you," before the man said the girl's name, a sharp ringing sound shot through his ears muting the world but he tried his best to try and read the man's lips but he couldn't make out a word. And before he knew it, the sound of the world came back. ". . . you won't have what it takes unless you take your testing seriously."

Bor wanted to shout at him, he wanted to push him away from her but his feet were stuck to the floor as if they were a part of it. He felt his teeth grit against each other.

The little girl was obviously upset. Her gaze cast down and her lower lip pouted as her eyebrows furrowed. The man put his hand on her shoulder as he bent down.

"Come on, we have a lot to work on in the lab. Your brother is waiting for you."

The girl nodded and they both walked off towards the kitchen. Bor was still stuck, unable to move. But as the girl was turning the corner, he saw her honey dew eyes calling to him for help. He reached out to grab her and screamed but he was back in the engine room, almost about to grab the piping hot coils in front of him.