Ryne was still daydreaming about his future as a Grade-3 mage and the unlimited possibilities, one especially intriguing being a chance to see a bigger world, and hopefully, a way back home.
Even though more than 4 years had passed since he came here and he had forgotten almost everything from his childhood, the vague figures of his family members, the only people he talked to still made his eyes wet from time to time.
In the first two of coming here, he had a plethora of weird nightmares too, but after that when his memories began to repress in his subconscious and their figures began to distort within his mind, altering into the shapes of his emotions that kept changing, only passive anguish and emptiness remained.
One thing that helped him persevere throughout was the glowing white thought that rebelled against the disregarding cleansing of time, the thought to return home, the hope of turning everything back as it was.
