In the absolute vacuum of the Mirror of the Void, Seijirou's sense of "self" began to bleed out into the darkness.
There was no up or down, no cold or heat.
He was a disembodied consciousness, a flickering candle in a hurricane of nothingness.
At first, he tried to count his steps, but without the sensation of feet hitting the ground, the numbers became meaningless symbols.
Then, he tried to recite the names of the people he knew, clinging to them like lifelines.
Suzune. Emi. Yukina. Retsu. Rindou.
The moment he thought of them, the Void struck.
Images began to coalesce in the dark, vivid, high-definition hallucinations that felt more real than reality.
He saw Suzune laughing, leaning into his chest.
He saw Emi's shy smile as she showed off her piercings.
He saw Yukina's fierce, protective gaze.
He saw Rindou, smiling gently, caressing his cheeks.
They were all there, radiating a warmth that he could almost feel.
