Cuan had started to wonder some things. She had been in the cave for many cycles, and she began to wonder about some recurring daydream. It was always about finding someone, and loving. She could tell this story to others. She WOULD tell this story. But it had been a while, wandering the caves in what felt like absolute solitude. There had been others, yes, but she felt like it had been absolute loneliness. "Anyone here?" Her voice rasped, sounding unpleasant and tired. "I have a story to tell."