This is not a chapter.

As I soared through the cosmos, a sense of heaviness weighed upon my heart. The news of Akira Toriyama's passing had reached even the farthest corners of the universe, casting a shadow over everything. His creations had been a guiding light for so many, myself included, and the thought of a world without his genius seemed unfathomable.

Touching down on a distant planet, I gazed up at the stars, feeling a profound sense of loss wash over me. Akira Toriyama's stories had shaped my childhood, fueling my imagination and instilling in me a sense of wonder that transcended the boundaries of reality. His characters had become like old friends, their adventures a source of comfort and inspiration during even the darkest of times.

With a heavy heart, I whispered a silent prayer into the void, wishing for Akira Toriyama's soul to find peace in the afterlife. Though his physical form may have passed from this world, his spirit would live on through the countless lives he had touched with his artistry and creativity.

"Rest peacefully, Toriyama-san," I murmured, a sense of gratitude mingling with the sorrow in my voice. "Your legacy will endure for eternity, guiding future generations on their own journeys of discovery and adventure."

With that, I took to the skies once more, the stars above shining a little brighter in tribute to the man who had helped shape the very fabric of our imaginations. (Rest in peace you legend)