"Raymund."
The voice woke me up. I saw a speck of light from a distance in this pitch darkness. A human-shaped figure emerged from the light. At first, it was just a silhouette, but the closer he got to me, the more precise the shape became.
Thin body, smooth hair, and a face that always looks tired. I know him very well.
Of course, it was my own figure.
"Is that you?" I asked, still in the voice of Raymund, the god of hope. "An entity claiming to be a cosmic being?"
"Ah, I'm glad you didn't forget me." The figure smiled. "So, how have you been all this time?"
I sighed. "You're saying like you don't know about it. So, am I dead? Am I going to enter Levidna's afterlife or Earth's afterlife? If I were to enter Earth's afterlife, I wish the guardian goddess was as hot as Heila."
The figure laughed. "Good! I like your humor! But no, Ray. You didn't die. You're going back to your old life."