Lloyd:
It seems to possess properties I can't work out

Jill:
It's not really a tattoo, it's a sigil. And a homing beacon. You can use it to find me if I'm ever lost

Lloyd:
Well, how do we track it?

Jill:
Um.... Okay that part I don't actually know

...

The wishes lost the futures dropped
The wild forgotten space
The you it seems the world had dreamed
Has faded all away

The feral prayers the untamed fair
Escaped, elusive scenes
The could have been that lives within
The moon's flourescent dream