The area around him was dark, but it was bright at the same time; it was dim, yet simultaneously dazzling. It appeared empty, but also seemed able to accommodate everything under the sun.
The green grass under the starlight, the waves in front of the reef, the lines on the palace walls, the ruins under the sea; countless scenes flashed before his eyes.
His train of thought paused a little before shifting slowly. He had been here before. Just like in the past, he had forgotten certain things, but he also remembered other things.
He forgot those secondary and unimportant, burdensome things. He remembered the magical, real, and significant presences.
However, this was not the most important matter. What mattered was that he was here. Him.
As his thoughts spun slowly, everything appeared before him, nothing was withheld from him. He saw the end of the world, the power of nature, the scorching sun, the undercurrent, and the deathly stillness.
