Aito felt his consciousness spinning, whirling in the vacuum of an unknown space. He did not know for how long it lasted. A minute, an hour, or a day? The notion of time felt different, inexistent yet ever-present.
As if the laws of the world he knew were twisted, broken into pieces, then reassembled to form new ones.
An unknown amount of time passed when finally he woke up in a colorless boundless room, all black and white.
'Where… is this?'
Blurry structures surrounded him. He couldn't make out their exact shapes, or it was more accurate to say they had none.
Only his body was clearly visible and colorful, sticking out like a sore thumb amidst the grayness.
All he could see were pixel-like frames over grey ground spreading beyond the horizon that was… fissured, cracked.
Like an unfinished puzzle, the sky was missing a lot of pieces. Through the blanks, Aito could only see the void, absolute blackness, nothingness.
