PROLOGUE - ■■■■■■■■■■■
Wherever the eyes would wander, one would see auroras.
They were vibrant and calming. Sometimes they were red, then white, then yellow. Suddenly they would become colorless, only to regain it in the next moment.
They were ever-changing as they switched into a plethora of shades.
The scene was as mesmerizing as it was shocking.
There was no land, no sky, no earth, nothing. Emptiness encompassed everything, solely occupied by the auroras.
SCRIB-! SCRIB-!
But abruptly, there was a sound in this strange place.
The sound was almost inaudible, but in such a place where nothing existed, it was as loud as a thunder.
At the source of the sound was a figure. It was the only thing present in that place.
It was inconceivable how someone was able to enter this space. But what was even more incomprehensible were the figure's actions.
SCRIB-! SCRIB-!
Looking closer at the source of the sound, one would notice the figure's hand was moving in an unusual way.
TAP-! TAP-!
The figure's hand trembled from time to time, along with the droplets that damped the pages.
SCRIB-! SCRIB-!
Yet, the figure's hand never stopped.
"I-I'm sorry….I'll do anything but please …..come back." Whispers leaked from the cracked lips, as the figure failed to suppress the emotions.
The figure kept writing for an unknown amount of time. Yet, in this place time couldn't be trusted.
Regalos
-- Regalo
recibido Estado de energía semanal
-- Ranking de
Poder 
-- Piedra de
Poder