[1] Asleep or dead.

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[Long silence. Cloud stands and stares around him, everything about him screaming misplacement.]

This...............I remember here. Buganhagen and his machine. But...
I wasn't there. I was looking for a store.

[He looks behind him.]

So this is where she came from. It's not...so bad. Quiet. I wonder how stars made her? Calamities. Always calamities...

I'm dreaming. But this. This isn't a dream I mind...It's only me. But what about 'The Machine'?
Peaceful. I could stay here for a thousand years. With no memory. But...home?

[Cloud stands in the stars silently, gazing at them, content.]