That sounded exactly like what it is. Freedom. Choice. Peace. To an octopus that lived underground and with constant fear that one day the lights will go out on her entire dome, nothing sound better than living on the surface. "It is. Until that day two years ago, I didn't even have a dream to call my own."

And so! She raises up the painting she made of Inkopolis Plaza. "That's why I want to remember. That's what I wanted to share. To remember where I came from. To hold close to my dream."

As mundane and quiet as that dream was.