Akamir blinked….
…Only to find himself standing on the rough surface of the moon.
'…What?'
Akamir staggered a step back in utter bewilderment.
The weightlessness hit him first, the strange sensation of gravity no longer pulling him down.
The surface beneath his feet felt rough and cold, like jagged stone carved in silence over centuries.
He slowly raised his head to look up.
The sky was black.
Pitch black.
There were no stars.
No sun.
No warmth.
Just the looming, eternal void that tried to grab his soul.
"…Nayomi?" he called, his voice shaky.
No response.
There was no sound in the place, not even his own voice echoed.
'This isn't real.'
Akamir drew in a deep breath as he calmed his raging heart.
He quickly took notice of his current form.
'It's not my physical body but…..more like my soul.'
He spun around, his breath came out in puffs that turned into glowing mist.
