[Himmel's POV]
Darkness.
A colour of eternal black clouded my every sense of sight.
Even if I tried to look around, all I saw was a night without any stars.
Lying on my back, I couldn't remember when was the last time I felt this way.
It was hard for me to distinguish between myself and the memories that flooded my mind.
The memories of a life lived for tens of thousands of years that was, in a way, mine.
Memories that bound me in this eternal prison of darkness.
'....Where did I go wrong?'
Was it my decision to trust Amunet?
Perhaps it was my overconfidence, my arrogance, that brought me to this place.
'After seeing an entire life of someone, I don't remember my own life.'
It was really hard to believe, but maybe the only thing that I remembered about myself was my name.
...Azraiah.
Or was that really my name? I didn't remember that either.
