A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
"Alive…" Varian muttered under his breath.
He tried to raise turn around but like a car out of gas, his body collapsed.
Boo sent out a couch just in time and he landed safely with a muffled sound.
"W-What just happened?" Varian asked with a dry throat.
It felt like he was running in the desert under five times gravity. His muscles were sour and he felt a massive headache.
There was no energy in his body. Not just energy, there was no chi, prana, space power, mind power, and lightning mana.
He was drained.
"Do you not remember what happened earlier?" Boo asked with a trembling voice.
"...Earlier?" Varian frowned and tried to sit up. But he found no strength in his arms and collapsed back onto the couch.
"…I never felt so angry in my life. Everything went blank. Then I heard Sia might be alive. Then everything went… normal." Looking at his naked self and the changed walls, Varian knew something was wrong.