In the ancient world of the past, veiled in mysteries to be unearthed and presumed to be only existing due to the power of time possessed by the ambiguous existence of Cosmos Ocean and the eternal power of everything from the Last Close Mystery Tower, Ruri Zerem, on the roof of her dormitory room, was gazing at the far-off transparent raven night sky with glistening stars, where the pollution was severely less compared on the Orion Continent of Earth.
"I miss them... I miss them so much."
Sitting in a lotus position with both her hands acting as pillars as they were against the roof's surface, Rumia muttered solemnly. It's been almost two months on her side, and without knowing herself if the time difference on Earth was the same as where she was currently, Rumia could only hope because the other possibilities would be a nightmare for her.
"But we've taken another step, even though it's far from ending these circumstances, delaying my way home."
