Though you can breathe, it’s so, so deep, it’s pitch black, wet and freezing cold. No matter how much you look around, no matter how much you strain your eyes against that darkness, you are certain; you’re completely, utterly alone here.
You've forgotten how to see.
There is nothing left in this world.
You don't float, here. You're simply underwater - leagues beneath the sea. Deep, deep, deep down below, where nobody can hear you.
Nobody will ever hear you again.
The color here isn't merely dark blackness - it's something that pierces your soul. The sort of thing that threatens to tear you apart and make you as if you never existed
And the whole time, the words echo in your mind:
Never forget, that when you feel happiness or joy, it will never last long.
All things expire in the end. All things return to null.
When day is bright, alway remember horrible night.
...Or at least, that's the scene you believe yourself to be in for a brief moment. Once you return to the present, you find yourself in the library still, surrounded by shelf after shelf full of books. And, should you check, your badge is glowing faintly as one of the fragments goes from clear to blue.
You've found another Fragment.
There is also a book in your hands with the name Hizumi Mizushiro emblazoned upon it.
Re: LIBRARY
Though you can breathe, it’s so, so deep, it’s pitch black, wet and freezing cold. No matter how much you look around, no matter how much you strain your eyes against that darkness, you are certain; you’re completely, utterly alone here.
You've forgotten how to see.
There is nothing left in this world.
You don't float, here. You're simply underwater - leagues beneath the sea. Deep, deep, deep down below, where nobody can hear you.
Nobody will ever hear you again.
The color here isn't merely dark blackness - it's something that pierces your soul. The sort of thing that threatens to tear you apart and make you as if you never existed
And the whole time, the words echo in your mind:
Never forget,
that when you feel happiness or joy,
it will never last long.
All things expire in the end. All things return to null.
When day is bright,
alway remember horrible night.
...Or at least, that's the scene you believe yourself to be in for a brief moment. Once you return to the present, you find yourself in the library still, surrounded by shelf after shelf full of books. And, should you check, your badge is glowing faintly as one of the fragments goes from clear to blue.
You've found another Fragment.
There is also a book in your hands with the name Hizumi Mizushiro emblazoned upon it.