He returned to Her in her dream the Next Night.
The Cave where His Soul grew without her these long years.
His Soul showed her the Origin again, another prompt in their nightly native conversation, a dialect and tongue no one understood but them.
‘Clothos,’ he whispered in her mind. ‘Clothos.’
‘The Cave?’ she whispered back.
He sat with Her and Drew a Circle in Her Hand. ‘The Heart in My Hand.’