Prologue
We used to stop time and space right here-- she and I. Now, there is nothing to stop. Nothing. In this infinite mire I find myself floating in, there is nothing but darkness. How did I even come to this situation, I who holds control over dimensions themselves? Then again, it wouldn’t make sense for a dimension to have no time. It would be completely devoid of meaning. Just like how looking around where I am right now would as well. There’s nothing here, nothing at all! Will something arrive? That, I’m not sure. I don’t even know what emptyhanded me would be able to hold.
Then, I remembered. I remembered. I still have my thoughts-- my mind-- my memories.
This is probably a great time to reminisce-- well, more like “try to figure out how the heck we got into this mess”, if it even is.
