January 1st, 00:00am. Gravity became void to me as I welcomed the surging abyss. The air was so delicate against my milky skin, like a warm embrace in a cold night. Seeing my reflection in the tears of the void, I saw fragments of the people I could’ve been. I wonder if I would’ve been happy in those timelines; ones where I may have been a father? an academic? who would’ve Hiro Daisuke become?‘The signs were there from the beginning, had somebody noticed, perhaps the sounds of fireworks would’ve replaced those of ambulances in the New Years’ sky…except somebody did notice.’