A few days later — somewhere deep within the untamed stretches of Young Sector 100...
A long, eternal silence...
"...."
Through a narrow strait—barely a slit—hidden within the vast, immeasurable sea of the cosmic void, Robin floated.
His body was frozen, locked in a posture of absolute stillness, as though time itself had abandoned him. It was as if he had been buried alive beneath glacial stars for a million years.
No heartbeat. No breath. No twitch of muscle.
Every biological function within him had come to a complete stop.
And yet—he could see.
He saw everything, as if through a lens behind his closed eyelids.
He saw the endless spirals of galaxies, and the flow of stellar winds like ethereal rivers.
This wasn't the first time Robin had experienced such a state.
This helpless, oppressive weight.
This cruel imitation of death.
This sensation of being conscious within a prison of flesh too paralyzed to even twitch a single muscle.
