Introduction: 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鈥檝e been. I wonder if I would鈥檝e been happy in those timelines; ones where I may have been a father? an academic? who would鈥檝e Hiro Daisuke become?...