Midnight. "What is happening?" he questioned as the two sets of eyes fixed on the crescent moon and the flower-covered meadow in front of them. "Nothing much. Hey, look at these magnificent flowers. Look at the moon! Isn't it beautiful? Isn't it?" I asked, while my eyes reflected the moonlight. "I really can't tell. There is nothing particularly noteworthy to see here," the boy replied, his eyes wide with worry. "Who are you anyway?"

I remained silent and questioned, "Isn't it... lovely?" I turned my back and walked a little bit away from him. "Anyway, here is the answer to your question. "We're essentially twins; the only thing separating us is that you're a young boy and I'm a girl," I remarked with a smile.

"How is it possible?" He inquired, his eyes wide with surprise. I blinked, wondering how it was possible. I turn my head and look at him directly in the eyes and say, "There's only one possible answer." He looks at me and asks, in a panic, "What is it?"

I grinned and remarked, "Magic, perhaps."

"I was just in my room, and now I'm here, in the middle of nowhere, and I don't have a sister. Especially a twin!" He cried out, beginning to sweat profusely. "Is this magic?" "Can we still go back?" I observed him as he rubbed his wet hands together and remarked, "I'm not sure, and I don't want to go back."

This young youngster continues asking me, "What? Why?," but I merely smile back at him in response. He pondered, "Do you think... we are dead? And here is the afterlife?"

"You know, my little beloved brother, it doesn't matter if we live or die." He continued staring at me, her very own twin sister, while his eyebrows knit, saying, "This is not the time to joke nonsense, you know!" I replied with a cheerful smile, "I hope so," as I stretched out my arms and said, "Look, this is paradise!"

I reach out and rub my younger brother's face as he muses, "But it's dark, and the moon is our only source of light..." "And there's nobody here, just you and me." I paused, then said, "Just you and me; we'll never be separated." As we moved into the flower garden, I murmured, "Death to the afterlife."

*****

Since we got here, we don't know how many hours have gone. From this charming garden, we continued our meandering stroll without stopping. We stayed silent. The only noise we make is our labored breathing brought on by weariness.

And the boy asked, "What's your name?" to break the atmosphere. I asked him the same question while grinning inside, but he merely tilted his head, as if he couldn't recall. This might be a side effect of magical travel.

"Axiah"

"What?" he looked at me in confusion. "You asked my name, didn't you?"

"My full name is Axiah Achelios." I introduce myself to keep the conversation alive. "I'm not from here, I think..." I paused for a while and said, "I'm sure of it." He rubbed my shoulder and said, "That's okay if you can't recall," and as I look at him, I think he's handsome, maybe because we have the same face.

"I'm from planet Earth," he suddenly remembered, "yeah, I'm sure of it, but why can't I remember my name?" He kept trying to recall everything, but for the time being, he can only remember where he originally belonged. "I think I've been summoned."

I take a seat for a while to recover. "Summoned?" "By whom?" I ask. "I'm not sure," he admitted, then raised his shoulder to show that his hunch was accurate. He said, "My second theory is that I got isekai," his face beaming with joy at what was taking place.

"Isekai?" I wonder what it is.

His expression gets brighter the more we talk about this isekai thing, which is Japanese for "another world" or "chance journey." I'm still happy about it even though I don't really comprehend a lot of stuff. I'm happy as long as I see him happy, therefore whenever I laugh, I create this beaming smiley expression.

He ceased talking. Why, I wonder? "I lost my name, but you didn't, and the only thing you had forgotten was where you were from, right?" I completely missed that bit when he asked, "Yeah, so what is it? ", "Are you perhaps also from another universe, like me?" I look just like that now. "My hypothesis is that you are me, from another world," he continued, his face beaming with a smile. "That's why we look identical," I replied. "Maybe." I want to cherish that smile, and I hope this time it never stops.

The first rays of light have emerged from the longest night. There is no stopping the way the world within is beginning to fall apart. I believe this serves as a farewell. Oh, he noticed? "What's happening?" That's great. He asks, "Why's there's a gap in the sky?" "They will let us out, I think," and as the world falls apart around him, he takes his first small steps.

*****

"Eh?"

The youngster awoke abruptly from his bed. He struggled to recall the details of his dream from the previous night: "There's a girl, right? What's her name again? "Why does it feel like something is missing?" he asked, startled when someone knocked on his door.

"Fritz, are you awake?"

"Yeah, Ma, I'm awake."

"You're going to get late from school; get down already and eat your breakfast."

"Yes Ma" he got up from his bed to head downstairs.

His mother observes that her baby boy is strange while he is eating. She stroked his hand, "It seems you're frightened, but you can count on me, Fritz. I'm your mother, remember," she smiled, kissing his forehead, and he responded, "Thank you, Ma; something seems to be lacking right now. Ma, do I have any siblings, like a twin sister?"

"Of course you're the only child I have," she replied. "Why did you ask that?"

"Eh?"

"Fritz?" she inquired, her gaze drawn to his son.

Fritz didn't understand what was going on and was afraid. A rift in his vision appeared as he was speaking to his mother. His right eye sees both his mother and a location he has never been, whereas his left eye only sees his mother and their dining room.

He made an effort to glance around, yet he was still able to perceive two distinct universes at once.