It's the same dream again , same blurry , same hyperrealistic and same haunting , what prehaps isn't the same is hand , Acryl's own hand , it looks rotten , like a hand of mummy that went throught eternity , on the second hand Acryl holds a small disk , decorated with strange , swirling yet ordered simbols.

At this point he should be awake , but Acryl realises that something is off , the man was no longer there , only him and this cosmic empty space.

He looks around, wondering what had happened to the man, and then he notices a light near him.

Acryl puts his eyesight onto the warm yet strange light.

Right as he sees the detail of that light , he woke up , but the image is still in his brain.

''That ..... that light'' he murmurs to himself

''Is made of dust of celestial bodies?'' Suiming countinues.

''How did you know that?'' Acryl questions.

''Probably the same way you saw it''

''A man , isn't it?'' said Suiming , slightly closing his eyes.

''No...''

''Then he probably ran into my dream''

Suiming starts to slowly recall the shreded pieces of the absolute masterwork of his subconsciosus.

A man in cosmos black suit , on it lies countless galaxies , then the dream left his head with a illegible sentence.

''Anyways'' Suiming says ''Notice something off?''

Acryl looks around the metal colored room along the ladders of bunk bed , his eyes polishes every corner with his vision in a way like he was walking on a string.

''Where is Nameless?'' Acryl asks

''Do i look i know?''

''Anyways , Neon is at dining room , and don't eat donut from donut machine , it sucks''

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''Alright...''

''Oh another thing , i will be out for a day or two'' Suiming informs

''Where are you going to be?''

''A what-so-ever haunted house''

''I wasn't gonna apply''

''Until i saw a moth in the corner''

''A moth?'' Acryl questions , while packing his personal item into his jacket's pocket

''Oh yeah , about fold spacetime''

''I forgot to explain'' Suiming puts his palm onto his forehead ''I'll give you a presentation''

He claps his hand and clear his throat , like a teacher starting a class.

Realm-arts: Shattered Starlight.

Stars rise and fell , space and time blooms and decend to nothing , countless white flour like dots floats midair.

Suimings fingers touches the dots midair and pulls them like strings , eventually forming a giant fuss that levitates inside the room.

''So , you see''

Suimings hand hooks onto the glazed sphere and a line swims out from the leviteting ball.

''This line is what we think time and space are''

''But it is not as unbreakable as we think''

''If something has enogh large mass , the gravity field of it will start to bend the timespace around it , thats what happens in cosmos''

''Or something has the right abilitie or realm arts , they can quite litterally , fold and that's what hounds are capable of''

His finger points at the glowing sphere , the pale goust like light reflects on his face , illuminating his eyes.

''And that is what spacetime trully are , bended and folded tousands of times''

"Of course, not in this universe , the spacetime I referred to is in the reality of the realm."

While they were talking , the room's door creak opens , Nameless shifts in soundlessly , as she was cleaning the dust off her jacket , an white object flies to her direction.

''Barricade of death told me to pass her hello to you''

''This bone doen't do anything so i tought to give it to you , maybe you can turn it into a mythical item''

Nameless takes a look onto the bone and stuffs it into the inner pocket of her jacket , without dropping a single word , she dissapiered.

''Well , there she teleports again'' Says Suiming

The rooms wall corrups in a speed of wind and the cut-off limbs of the front desk man slaps onto Suiming's face

Behind the wall is something hideous being with something merely resembling muscle on its surface , on the blob of flesh that can be view as a head lies something that seems to be a mouth.

Scent in the room isn't pleasing at all. Acryl can't help himself outside vomiting and closing his eyes. The unpleasant and tourturing memory of his flooded his head , his finger felt like lead.

Suiming grabs the white glazed sphere and throws it at the thing. The spacetime of that sphere didn't even left a scrach onto the beast , in the depth of his memory that hides behing the seventh of ribs. A memory acends from his body to his head.

''War , you were there , the war where it lost its eye.'' He mutters to himself.