|| Chapter 378 || Recovery (Part 1)
Drifting afloat the vast emptiness like a leaf on still water, Moulin felt light as though he weighed nothing. The darkness is comfort. He wasn't sure if it really was because his eyes were closed, and he was hesitant to open them. Fearing the sudden strike of pain ravaging him in the next second. The dark space of his sleep was familiar, and Moulin made no move to tremble.
It was only when he felt something peculiar and cold that he decided to open his eyes. There was a string glowing brightly like the thread of an embroidered sun. It curled into waves and stretched as far as he could see. He could not determine its ends, and he couldn't care. The golden glow shimmered with wisps of silver. A sparkle of dust like twinkling stars in the night.