The starry ground sparkled beneath us.
A space that felt like wandering somewhere in the universe.
At the center of this universe, I finally faced my worst enemy.
"…"
It was 'me.'
The Prophet slowly rose from his darkened form and walked forward, his long tail dragging on the ground, and his bat-like wings swaying.
We looked at each other.
"…"
"…"
And we each voiced our impressions of the other.
We were so different that it felt disturbingly dry.
