23rd century girl. Bruised beauty. Something about her eyes…... sooty, disillusioned from promises and lies. Wanting everything or nothing at all. Man-made baby doll.

She says, “Last night I dreamed I was an island and you were a bird… so high above me, but I heard the sound of your wings and knew you were the only one who had found my still, quiet shores."

He smiles. Her dreams are an ocean of innumerable tides.

"Tell me all you’ve seen." he whispers.

"Show me what you feel." she sighs.