C68 God Does Not Throw Dice

When the sun rose, both the butterfly and the deer had already disappeared from the valley. While the M and DickPound were washing their faces by the river, I grabbed Darwin and Sayaka to one side.

"What do you think M meant by that?" I asked.

"My understanding is that M feels like she exists as a postman — her goal is to pass the dream's message to a specific person