Translated by A Passing Wanderer
Edited by RED
Seran was floating in an unknown empty space, with no gravity to anchor her down. She gasped in surprise, and quickly looked around her new surroundings.
It was dark here. A still silence so eerily quiet filled this space up. She tried to open her mouth, but her voice didn't want to come out.
She began touching her throat; her head spun around dizzily, as if she had too much to drink. Even her body felt incredibly heavy, like a soaked sponge.
All these sensations... Indeed, she had grown quite familiar with them a long time ago. That was because they belonged to...
'...[Foresight]!'
The moment she realised that, someone's voice suddenly came to her from below.
"Back then, your skin was pitch-black, son. During our travels, we sought someone to heal you, but that person told us that something was wrong with your body. We were told that you didn't even have half a year left to live. But we didn't lose hope."