Primordial World, Island of Eden, 6000 years BC. After the world tree fell and destroyed a quarter of the human land.
"Adam..."
A woman's voice buzzed in Adam's ear. A voice he didn't recognize at all, but somehow it recognized him.
"Adam…, get up!"
Tireless was the voice that kept calling out to him.
Even though Adam never answered and remained to imprison in the darkness of his deep sleep. As the deep sleep kept dragging him away from reality. Away from the fact that his wife's body he had seen fell apart. Away from the fact that his house and village had disappeared in the blink of an eye. And away from the fact that he was powerless against the giant snake to protect the world tree.
So even deeper Adam refused the whisper. Refusing to be able to get back up to face the light. Adam didn't want to admit how guilty and weak he was in this unpredictable world. But even so, the voice from out of nowhere kept calling out to him.
