Jack opened his eyes.

Or, could it be really called opening them?

All around him, beings of various ages and statures looked at him, curiously.

Some whispered between themselves. They felt attracted to this huge-looking, ancient dragon, for some reason.

And Jack, for them.

A warm feeling whizzed inside of him.

He seemed to know those beings, and the painful memories of his old days of married life assaulted his senses.

He cried a tear, and a sense of relief released those tiny souls around him.

- It’s done.

A voice reverberated all around him. Where were he? He seemed to be floating amidst an immense and vast space.

There was no light, but no darkness either. No sense of touch, smell or vision. Only presence. The overwhelming presence of two beings.

- It took you long enough! - A feminine voice said, and Jack felt it came from inside him - Now go, we can’t do anything for you anymore.

Could he understand that? Go? Where? Wasn’t he dead already?

A gift.

It wasn’t a voice. And it wasn’t presence, either. It was… consciousness. Realization. Perception.

Jack looked through himself, and saw his own being. Tucked between his Mind and himself, a small child cried in a corner.

Then, it became a butterfly and went away.

A sudden jolt of energy assaulted his senses, but he had nothing else to do at this time.

Jack’s Mind, now free of its disease, drifted back to the world it once belonged to.

- I’m happy. - Shabe’s old secretary, Samantha, said, and her voice was the world itself.

I’m happy too.

Some people have potent minds. Those fragment one day, and become many.

But what could happen, if one was to open their own Minds to many, at once becoming one?

What once used to be Shabe smiled, as the Eons went by. Heaven and Earth, day and night, opportunity and destiny.

Their affair ended in a happy note, as the end someday comes to all.