The water was black, dyed by the surroundings. It was a part of Death's Hold, but it wasn't always that way.
Merely, when it accepted Damien, it changed. From past to present to future, if one looked at one's memories of this place, there would always be a river.
Damien smiled.
'So you accepted.'
He knew the concept couldn't communicate with him, but he was glad it accepted his sincerity.
It might have seemed improbable for him to be the only person to recognize the emotional aspect of the story in the eons that this realm existed, but it actually wasn't.
In the first place, Supreme Beings did not consider emotions very often. Damien found his humanity drifting further and further away from him with every passing day.
He was still able to recognize emotions so well because he valued them. Putting aside his love for many people and the emotions they brought him, emotions had always been important to Damien.
