Beneath this ever-bright moonlight, I had never heard, never touched, never rested, never lingered, never possessed...
I did not know the meaning of this world's existence, nor did I know the meaning of my own.
There was nothing but void around me. Within this void, I could only rely on my two eyes. What I could see was real; what I could not see was illusion.
But today, my understanding was shattered.
He was a Shinigami dressed in black. After listening to me, he hesitated slightly before walking toward me.
I still remembered that when he was less than a meter away from me, he gently raised his arm and explained the heart in a way I had never imagined.
His voice was soft, yet it carried an emotion I had never seen before.
"Could you hold out your hand?"
That was what he said to me. I did not know what meaning it had, but deep within me, an inexplicable stirring urged my body to act as he asked.
So, following his words, I slowly held out my hand.
When he saw me extend my arm, a smile appeared on his face. It was a smile I had never seen in Hueco Mundo, one that revealed only kindness, without the slightest trace of malice.
As I immersed myself in his smile, I suddenly felt a faint warmth in my palm.
Feeling that unfamiliar touch, I did not know why, but I felt as though I had gained another connection to this world—a connection even I did not understand.
That warm touch left me briefly dazed.
When I came back to myself, all I could see was the faint moonlight—a moonlight... unlike any I had seen before.
The warmth in my palm faded quickly. I unconsciously clenched my hand, wanting