There was too much blood in his mouth for Vinnie to taste anything other than bitter sap, but he could still feel the soft touch of lips against his own as his consciousness trickled away. If they had been awake, it would've simply been a kiss - but like this, as two unfettered psyches, he could feel the whisper of Bulba's light through a tender touch. It lit the darkness of the path he travelled, out of his body and into the earth.

No breath left him their faces parted, and his head drooped forward limply, devoid of life. The sounds that came out of him was no longer that of a person, more like the soft creaking of an old tree being overtaken by vines. What was left of his skin hardened, crumbling, until what was left could no longer be considered a person's form - nature had taken him back completely.

The Garden shuddered. The edges of reality peeled away slowly, with the small details fading first into forgetfulness. Everything not at the forefront of Bulba's attention was a soft blur, a memory waiting to be lost.

Vinnie - the real Vinnie - was waking up.

As the world dissolved, a voice murmured out from the glow of the earth - a mixture of the Venusaur's conscious mind returning to him, and the soul of his flower's honest, bright song.

Ha, that's the first time you've actually said so.

And the dream was over.