Chapter 85: Swirling Memories

Have I fallen into my slumber?

It seemed like this was the first time where I managed to rest this deeply.

Deeply into crack. 

Deeper, yet deeper

Deepening into the abyss.

"Huh, everything feels so vivid for a dream."

Right, it had been a while since I ever experienced what it felt like to be roaming in a dream.

"And in this case, this dream must be the recollection of my psyche when I'm still a man with the name of Lothair."

No, perhaps, when I was still a boy.

"If I'm not wrong, I'm still seven years old when this scene happens."

The sky hung low and heavy over the field, its somber hue of deep gray casting a muted pall across the land. A soft breeze stirred the tall, untamed grasses, their silken heads bending in unison as if weighed down by the atmosphere itself.