Lloyd was dreaming once again. He was slowly drifting weightlessly into the cold and dark expanse of void. He tried to speak but found out that his voice was stuck in his throat no matter how hard he tried. He also couldn't feel anything except for the coldness of the surroundings. It was lonely and empty. He knew this feeling. Lloyd was so sure that this was something he had already experienced before but he couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was. Was it something that happened in Arcadia or was it way before that?