Segwang Special City.
May 4th.
City Hall rooftop.
Sunlight.
The toppled dream incubator.
The torn cocoon beneath it.
Kim Soleum rising up, connected to the mass clutching the music box revealed inside the cocoon the Invited One called from a world where Ghost Stories do not exist do not look at it
The sound of the music box.
And then….
My hands installing the potion maker.
They spasm.
“Hngh—”
The last wire.
Faster, faster!
The cold sweat dripping down, the movement of my fingers connecting the cord, the fear, the urge to glance at the candle, the agitation beneath the torn cocoon, my wavering vision, the sound of the music box….
…….
Click.
The moment the last wire connected.
I pressed the operating button on the potion maker.
At the same time, I snatched up the candle with one hand.
“…!!”
My breath came back.
The candle, in my trembling hand, cast its thin light only over the potion maker. Taking a deep breath, I staggered backward until I was pressed tightly against the machine.
To get away from the cocoon revealed beneath the dream incubator.
To get away from… that thing revealed between the torn cocoon pieces!
[Oh, at this level, we may call it a splendid success, Friend!]
Don’t look around. Don’t listen to the music box! The candle is melting at insane speed, and I barely manage to get hold of myself, myself…….
…….
At last, light comes on in the potion maker’s panel.
◇HELLO FUTURE!
Beginning identity verification.
I exhaled sharply.
Clean modern font appeared on the sleek panel.