Prologue

How long has it been?

Sometimes, my consciousness is blurred as if I were half-asleep. I feel like I have memories that are mine but not at the same time. Knowledge that I never heard appears in my mind, as familiar as it is unknown.

I am a spectator in the sad life of a child who no one loves.

But it's not always the child; sometimes, I see a crying man.

A man who, despite having things that everyone else fervently desires, feels empty and looks for a way to fill that void.

It's weird; I feel connected to both, but I'm neither.

I can't move, and I can't even open my eyes; I should feel frustrated and helpless in my state. But oddly enough, I don't.

I feel safe as if nothing can harm me.

I feel warm and cozy.

I feel love, vast and deep as the sea.

I feel the pulse of something inside me, powerful and ancient.

I want to stay like this forever, but I also want to get out.

If I recall, there was some other being.

That person said something. What were his words?

I also remember tears on a woman's face with a deep, sorrowful tone in her voice. Was she apologizing?

What should I do?

Oh, my desire to sleep is coming back once more.

Rob, it's such a strange name.

I wonder if I have a name too.

My name... yes, I remember that I was given one.

My name is...