Ishiki kept staring at hand.
One moment he was sitting in that condemned waiting room, trying to look at the time. And now he was laying on the ground, peering into the lightless abyss of nothing.
He sat up and looked around, taking in details that he was rather familiar with. The vast plain stretched endlessly in all directions—not ground exactly. Endless grass that swayed in wind that didn't exist, moved by currents from nowhere.
A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. "This place is exactly the same. Its like time doesn't exist here."
His NEXUS Chamber.
The personal dimension the system had carved from reality and given him as both gift and prison. The space where he learned that survival meant accepting impossibilities as mundane truth.
Nothing had changed. The grass still swayed in phantom wind. The sky—if it could be called sky, remained that same featureless expanse of pure black that hurt to look at too long.
