In the Dream
"I was walking aimlessly. Had I done this before? Who am I? I can't remember anything. And where is this place?"
The figure continued walking until he came across two other figures. Their faces resembled his, the only difference being their hair color. He began to examine them carefully, checking every detail — and found that all three of them were exactly the same in every way.
Suddenly, a sharp sensation surged through his mind. A sinister red magic circle appeared beneath the feet of the first identical figure. A castle emerged — majestic and luxurious, with an empty throne, an ancient kitchen with spoiled food, unlike the pristine bedroom.
He explored room by room, reading names as he went:
"Micheal, Selena, Chimono, Terisen…"
"It seems they had something to do with this castle… but why am I here?"
Everything started to collapse. He tried to run away. The dimension of emptiness began creeping closer and closer. He grew tired, began to lose hope, and finally tripped — falling into the void.
Someone with long blue hair, faceless features was meditating. He jolted awake and looked around, finding himself on a high mountain cliff, with a vast abyss before him.
Beside him was a bright blue sea. The grass surrounding him glowed a radiant blue, but beyond the immediate area, it turned green — likely due to the power of this mysterious man.
About 25 meters behind him stood a large, ancient tree, radiating mystery — as if begging to be discovered. Around it were several mid-sized trees. Everything within his sight was vibrant with color. The sky shimmered with all seven colors of the rainbow, and the clouds seemed to dance.
He sighed, stood up, and said:
"It's time to search for Lensin and Sentrie."
He began walking slowly down the mountain. He passed the ancient tree and many others, sensing the presence of ancient beings, but paid them no mind.
He began walking slowly down the mountain. He passed the ancient tree and many others, sensing the presence of ancient beings, but paid them no mind.
At a small house somewhere…
A man with long, white hair lay unconscious. A young woman around 19 or 20 years old with long black hair and gray eyes sat beside him, watching over him.
The bed was made of soft wood, covered with white sheets now stained with the man's blood. The pillow seemed too soft, as if filled with nothing but air.
"H... hm... Hm... HM!?"
He opened his eyes and saw a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. The green light reflected on his hair, turning it yellow. He sat up, realizing he was on a bed. Looking around, he saw the woman sitting calmly beside him.
"You're awake..."
She spoke softly.
The man looked at her with mild suspicion and surveyed the environment. He was in a small house with only a bed and a dining table — seemingly a guest house. He looked at himself and saw bandages wrapped all over his body. He took a deep breath in and exhaled.
"Who are you? Are you the one who saved me?
He asked cautiously. Seeing his guarded demeanor, the woman stood up and stepped back slightly.
"My name is Serin. I found you, covered in blood and severely wounded, on the beach near this village. I brought you to this guesthouse."
She spoke calmly, without any hint of deceit. The man tried to find something suspicious in her words or actions, but found none. A faint smile appeared on his face.
"Thank you for your kindness. And… where exactly am I?"
He expressed his gratitude politely, though still cautious. Serin smiled softly in return.
This is a village on the edge of the largest kingdom in this small world. You must be from another world, aren't you?"
He looked slightly startled but quickly composed himself, trying to understand the situation. Then, a soft voice whispered in his mind...
"And who are you?"
In another house within the village…
A group of men and women were carrying an unconscious body into a mansion-sized building. The body belonged to a man with short purple hair, completely unconscious. He was taken to the basement of the mansion — a prison used to confine outsiders.
They shoved him into a cell. He remained there, unconscious, for hours before finally waking up. He was slightly injured, but not severely.
Looking around, he found himself on a hard metal bed without sheets. His pillow was just a folded piece of cloth. He glanced at the sturdy cell bars. In front of the cell was a lantern casting a soft purple glow. Everything looked old and neglected — a wooden table with only three legs, a rickety chair.
The floor and ceiling were made of dull gray concrete. On the other side of his cell, an old man with white hair sat, mysterious in demeanor. He laughed, and then said
"Do you want to tell your story or do you want to tell your name?"