The dream continued, reminding me of the days long before this universe became what it is now; no doubt, he had a hand in all this. But I had no worries—I was just the Observer, the voice that gave this madness shape.
There was no light.
Not the kind mortals clung to in their final moments—not even the false light of dying stars or flickering flames.
Just... nothing.
Well, there was something, but at that time, I was nothing like I am today.
A void so absolute it seemed to devour sound, distort time, and erase the meaning of self.
They didn't know where they were.
No—they knew—but they could no longer accept it.
Life had become something else for them; their mind was merely trying to grasp a sliver of sanity before it shattered beneath his weight.
They—that is who I once was since my name was long forgotten—stood in the realm of the Unseen One, and they... they had been summoned.
Not by name. Names meant nothing here.
But by connection.
By the chain, they now bore.
