:Wheel Of Time

The streets were calm with cars going to and fro, skyscrapers reminiscent under the slightly hot sun. Inside a building, precisely a hospital.

A male enigmatic figure slept with his head bandaged up. Looking at him through her black orb, an old palm with sharp fingers danced her hands around the orb.

Her robe tattered, and with her wrinkled face and weak slow voice.

"Perfect, the wheel of time has been reset in motion," said the old woman, disappearing like fog and leaving the dark orb floating in the abyss.

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Meanwhile...

The male figure's eyes were gradually gaining strength to open up. Looking at the structure of the ceiling.

'Uh?'

He was confused, abruptly jolting up from the bed, resulting in a nurse coming in.

"Be careful, are you okay?"

The male stared at the nurse as if he had gone mad, or was waking up from a nightmare. He just stared at her, leaned up.

"Mr. Cyrus, are you alright?"