Make a guess...
The beginning, or the end ?
Maybe everything can pe picturized as an endless stream of cycles, an unquenchable thirst of beginnings. Until the end.
Two human beings. Surely too stylish to be shipwrecked, nor even nightwalkers.
If they were shipwrecked they could be rescued.
If they were sleepwalkers they could be awoken.
Maybe there is no place for dreams here, just truth. Maybe when dreams come true there is no more dream.
Maybe the point of a dream is dreaming.
Maybe there is only one beginning, and only one end.
And everything else is just litterature.