Thousands upon thousands of candlesticks drifted leisurely above the tables, their flames illuminating one youthful face after another.
Countless memories that seemed like dreams yet were not dreams suddenly flooded back into his mind. He stood upon a stage, looking at the pairs of eyes and faces below, his head spinning.
Then, he heard that familiar yet unfamiliar phrase.
"Welcome to Sains Academy!"
"Ah!"
Dark jolted awake, his entire body drenched in sweat.
"Welcome to Sains Academy!"
He turned the words over and over in his mind. The memories from the dream had not vanished with its end.
Yet when one recalled a dream with a clear mind, one would discover that it had always been composed of vague images and fragmented scenes, interspersed with repeatedly muttered inner voices.
He slowly sat up from beneath the covers, leaning against the headboard as he panted heavily. The images in the dream had not been frightening in the slightest.
But for some reason, after waking up, he suddenly realized that his mental and physical energy had been drained to an unusual degree.
People could feel tired after waking from a dream, but not this tired.
He realized that this dream had definitely not been simple.
Especially the final scene in the dream, which had left an extremely deep impression on him.
"That was the opening ceremony!"
The returning memories of the opening ceremony were exactly the same as the scenes from when he had first awakened the memories of his past life.
"What was that? A precognitive dream? Or a regression dream?" Dark could not comprehend it.
In the dream, he had spent the eleven years from birth until just after turning twelve. Though those eleven years had been made up of blurry, fragmented images, the amount of information they contained was