Staring at the window inside the train, Yuriel watched the world beyond the stainless glass. On her way home, she deeply ruminated about Ainsel's words.

Maybe what Ainsel said was right, people hoped for a world where they can find salvation. With her access to zero space, there is a possibility that Yuriel can create this world. Although, there is no guarantee in this idea, it won't hurt to try.

To begin with, Yuriel has no idea what to do with the power she had gained. What is she supposed to do with the dream space? What was it intended for?

She certainly can't think of any.

But maybe, with this one tiny possibility, she can use this powers to imagine a world for everyone. Whatever that world is, she has no idea yet, but she have decided. Yuriel is going to create this worls, soon, with all her power.

As this idea floated in her head, reasoning with the logic behind this future action, Yuriel suddenly remembered something.

Her father, he had a world left hidden in their house, untouched since his death. Remembering this, memories resurfaced and it was then, that a rough plan formed in her mind.

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Upon returning home, Yuriel ate with her mother and brother. There was nothing special that happened today, but Yuriel decided to talk about new acquaintance. She also noticed her brother acting scared, whenever she stares in his direction.

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Yuriel couldn't blame him, what she did is more scary than his actual nightmare. However, Yuriel did think that she might have gone too far. But with how much of a bully her brother is, Yuriel didn't regret it.

After that, Yuriel helped her mother clean the table and wash the dishes. But unlike her usual routine, she didn't immediately left to her room but instead faced her mother.

"Mom, do you have the key to our basement?" Yuriel asked, drying her hand on a nearby towel.

Her mother seemed surprised, then smiled as she nodded. "Yes, it's in my room, I'll go take it quick."

Soon enough, her mother arrived and gave Yuriel a heart-shaped key. Receiving it, Yuriel had a tender expression on her face, then immediately went into the basement.

It had been so long, since Yuriel came here after her father's death. She was afraid, to not see him there, to play in his chamber alone. But now, this place is what she needed to accomplish her stupid idea in mind.

Opening the door, Yuriel was greeted by a well maintained chamber with all its items organized in place. It's obvious that her mother had been here, keeping her father's legacy clean and safe after all these years.

At the center of the room, was a large table filled with world maps, action figures, books displayed on top. It's a world crafted by her father, from the characters, it's grand history and lore, tales and stories. It was all created by him, where he and Yuriel would spend their time together playing for hours, until they both fell asleep.

Yuriel smiled, staring at this place once more, in the real world. Even though she had experience this memory in a dream, It cannot be compared to actually seeing it with her own two eyes.

Because she knows, this is real, that her father had left these memories, his legacy. Stepping forward, she saw Rie's figure laying on the corner, with a notebook placed below her.

She opened it, then read its contents with a smile as she remembered it was she, who wrote her story. Of course, Yuriel need her father's help, and without him, it wouldn't be that fun.

"Rie Valin Asterion, the fallen princess of the Asterion kingdom." With a grin, Yuriel reread the story of this little princess who would go on to have absurd journeys.

But what made that note special, is her father not only recording Rie's story, but also giving his own thoughts. Her father liked Rie, not because she was excellent or a well written character, no. Dad liked her, because she is the hope his people, the world he created needed.

Reading it, Yuriel felt a little bit flattered and also sad. Her eyes darted across the room, to a world forgotten by her, who's been wallowing in grief alone.

She sat at the table, lifting another book. She started reading, everything that her father wrote for this world, Including the very beginning.

"It all begun, because of a god's phantasm."