The life that had been buried in Shadow's memories — his first life — was unearthed and brought to the surface by the Oracle.
And through her power, he experienced it far more vividly than merely remembering those distant days would have felt.
It was nothing like recalling the events of a faraway past. Instead, those memories descended upon him like an avalanche, as vivid and intense as living them for the first time had been. As if Shadow was there once again, struggling to survive another day — as if he was breathing the toxic air of the outskirts, trembling from the cold of the bitter winter, and wondering what he would eat tomorrow.
But, at the same time, a smaller part of him retained all his future knowledge and experience. From the height of his current deific self, Shadow was able to perceive and understand the tumultuous events of his very first life from a different perspective.
'Sunless… Sunny.'
That was his name. Had been his name?
Shadow was not sure…
