I couldn't shake the image of the memory that flashed through my mind when I touched the third fragment. The way the world had felt familiar, yet utterly alien.
I couldn't tell if it was a memory or something from the future—an unsettling thought.
I had no idea why I was there, or why I had to experience it. Was this all some grand cosmic joke? Or was there a deeper reason?
One thing was certain: my mind couldn't focus, and the heavy weight of uncertainty kept gnawing at me.
My thoughts were interrupted by a soft purr, followed by a weight on my shoulder. Agnos—of course—had decided to join me, his furry little paws snug against my neck as he nestled in, his usual presence calming, but this time, even he couldn't ease the storm in my head.
"Carl?" Agnos's voice, low and purring like the hum of a cat that had all the time in the world, startled me. "You've been staring at that fragment for far too long."
