Time passed by minutes and seconds. The future repeated itself hundreds and thousands of times, but the World Inner could not endure the two forces called possibility and reality that could distort all things quaked.
Causality was reversed. The past diminished in endless illusions, just as reality became even more vague. Cavities hence appeared in history, and everything was consumed by the River of Existence.
That was why Fattrovi saw such a phantom: an adult couple leading a young boy and girl, hurriedly fleeing the city in their car.
The man was understanding, never once ceasing his consolation of this own wife who appeared panicking, just as the two children were smart and refrained from crying and making a ruckus. As the elder brother, the boy even imitated his father and stroke his sister's head, softly consoling her since she appeared no too happy with her birthday party being cut short.
