After heading back to Toriko’s place to eat and drink, we crawled into bed again sometime close to dawn. Toriko seemed to want to mess around with me a little bit more, but our exhaustion and inebriation soon saw us both nodding off.
Somewhere in my deep sleep, I had a dream. Toriko and I were cautiously crossing a suspension bridge. Up ahead, the bridge melted into the fog, disappearing out of sight. We didn’t know how far it went, or even that there was any end to it. The next step might send us plunging us into the abyss, and there was no telling when the bridge itself might fall. Terrifying monsters might emerge from the fog too.
Despite all of that, we were excited. We went hand-in-hand, across the unsteady footing, excited to keep on moving forward.
We didn’t know what might happen. We had no clue where this was leading. But that was true of ourselves too.
Unidentified and indistinct. We were two who were one. We were the nue.
We raced through the fog together, unbeknownst to anyone, laughing boisterously all the while.