"The king has a dream where a black bird-"
"A crow. Or a raven."
"—Where a raven is surrounded by a lot of gold swans."
"Mhm. And what did the Buddha say it meant?"
She's taking a moment to think in earnest this time. He knows because she's actually quiet. Humming to herself, splashing puddles with boots she’s already growing out of.
"When the Dharma is forgotten, bad people are in charge. And the good people are forced to be friends with the bad ones."
Trevor nods. "And what does that make?"
"Hungry ghosts?”
“Hungry ghosts.”














