The morning sun bore down its light on to the world. Wind softly blew. Rustling of leaves created a melancholy feeling.
Alex sat on his garden pavilion while enjoying the tea. Or at least tries to. But whatever he tried to eat felt like they didn't quite touch his tounge. Leaving a quite dissatisfaction inside his heart.
'When did it even first start...?'
Alex searched his memories. Of the first time he passed through the wall. When he fell, and arrived in this world. He still remembered the the sensation of his heart hammering against his chest. The confusion, the sheer absurdity of everything. But...
'Now that I think about it, when was the last time I even remotely felt something?'
Alex gently touched his heart. It was beating in a steady pace. As if unaffected by the world. He gently placed the tea cup down and slouched back.
'When did it start?'
Alex juggled all his recent memories and analysed them.
'It started after the fight with Abyssal Giant...'
