(Alt Title: "I Touched a Memory, Now Reality Needs a Therapist")
Darkness doesn't feel like darkness anymore.It feels... soft. Crowded. Like too many thoughts trying to fit through one memory lane.
Renji floats. Or maybe he's anchored. Doesn't matter.
Somewhere, between dream and code, a voice starts speaking.Not to him. Around him.
"If you're hearing this… the Ojo opened where it shouldn't.""Congratulations. You broke cosmic containment.""Also—ouch."
A figure forms.No face. Just runes. Just echoes. Just regret.
"You don't know me yet. That's good. You shouldn't.""But you will. Again."
FLASH-VISION:
A younger Renji. Leather jacket. City lights.A mailbox. A package. A familiar notebook.
Inside: his own handwriting.A date. Nineteen years ago.A sentence:
"Don't open this until it hurts to remember."
His eyes widen.
And then—white static.Like the universe hit pause.
Back to nowhere.
Renji's body twitches. The rune on his arm pulses like a strobe light in a sacred rave.
The Eye in his chest—flickers. Closed, but... breathing?
Thanatos Primum's monitors glitch. Again.General Illyria mutters:
"Either he's dead, or he just rewrote our firewall using sarcasm."
In the sky above Vatican fractures—Lucifer watches.
Amenadiel lands beside him.
"Did he move?""No," Lucifer says. "He shifted. Like a thought deciding not to be remembered."
Meanwhile.
A sheep.A pink one.
Sits beside Renji.
Watches the pulse in his arm. Watches his closed eyes.
And then it speaks.
"Next time you wake up… you'll remember something you were never meant to forget."
END OF VOLUME 1