In the dream, a faint halo of light enveloped the space.

I was looking down as if I were a soul drifting in the void.

Where my gaze fell was a place that remained etched in my memory with clarity.

It was the workshop where the Blue Girl's final breath had lingered, and where her intact body was discovered.

The workshop I faced in the dream looked no different from when I first discovered it.

As if time had stopped, or as if someone had wanted to preserve this moment forever, everything was left exactly where it had been.

It …