A shooting star follows a figure among a black void. A star so beautiful that the destruction caused by its movement is mistaken for an aurora. A star so beautiful that as its flame burns, you embrace it as a source of comfort. A star so beautiful that its plea can be mistaken for a beautiful melody.

  "-on! DON'T YOU DARE! DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT THIS WILL COST?!"

  A figure, chained by countless ethereal purple strings numbering thousands with its end connecting to seemingly nothing, is falling through a void. Something is wrong with the void, however.

  Although it's black in color, in hindsight, you are never certain. Although you are falling, you are never certain. Although you are breathing inside the void, you are never certain. You can be feeling vertigo within the void, but even that is something you are not certain of.

  The void felt like somewhere you are in, but also felt like an illusion.

  Despite such a horrendous sight, the figure remains smiling. As he fell, the strings attaching to him began to untangle. One by one. Two by Two. Three by Three...

  At the sight of this, the star reignites itself in anger. Painting the surround with a pure white light.

  "COWARD!!!"

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  The figure's smile widens. He began to speak. However, no word can be heard. It's not that the figure is not saying anything, but rather, the words are being felt.

  "A coward? What a compliment. I have been called by many names and never heard something more pleasing."

  Then all of a sudden, the figure stops smiling.

  "You seem to have forgotten the taste of remembrance. Then I shall elaborate once more. My Decreed has yet to be over."

  As one string remains. The void began to shift. Realizing what was happening, the star shouted the figure's name one last time. The star's flame began to bury everything in its sight. Then...

  All of a sudden, the figure is now falling through a sky with a single sun. Below him lies a sea of ashes, with the sole exception of a mountain.

  'Make sure to do a good job, brat.' He thought.

  The figure began to close his eyes with a smile, drifting into a dream.

  As the figure is landing straight into the mountain, the last of the string- instead of untangling- broke. With the breaking of the string, time seemed to stop for a brief second.

  The figure's body is still falling, albeit at a significantly slower pace. It is to the point that it looks like he's floating rather than falling. The ashes, blown by the wind of the fall, stopped midair and began to disintegrate along with the broken string as if they never existed.

  After a short second, time became normal again. The figure lost all of his momentum and landed on top of a set of stairs peacefully.

  It was like nothing ever happened, like there were no beautiful stars, like there was no void with wrong realities. One moment, the stairs were empty. And in the next moment, there lies a figure. There was no sign of the fall nor landing.

  Nothing... like it was a forgotten reality.