Wait.
Wasn’t this the crossroads of memories?
As I watched three different points of view overlap, I remembered a fact I had gradually forgotten.
The crossroads of memories—the moment when things that could not coexist became able to coexist.
And this current situation, where memories that could never have existed within the same period had been fixed into a single place.
No matter how I looked at it, this had to be the moment.
“No, but then how the hell does the gap appear?!”
I turned into a porcelain statue clutching my head with both hands and whipped my gaze around.
The world, its corners distorted and three visions blended together, only continued shrinking.
I couldn’t see anything that looked like a crack.
I had no idea how I was supposed to get out.
“Is it safe to just stay here?”
I glanced at the world breaking apart from the corners inward.
How should I put it?
This was a judgment based purely on instinct, but staying here really didn’t feel like the right answer.
If anything, the more I thought about it, the more one thought filled my head.
Isn’t this a timed dead scene?
Goddammit, there isn’t even a Tower of Space-Time here, much less an Oracion-playing gimmick!
“Ah, come on!”
Just let me escape already!
[What are you doing?]
“……!”
The jester?
“Mr. Jester?”
Where are you—ah.
I started to look around at the voice that had suddenly appeared, only to freeze where I stood.
The instant I recognized the voice, the world that…