Azami Yuki stood in the midst of emptiness.

  Before him, billions of possible worlds unfolded like pages of a book spinning endlessly.

  A world made of eternal snow.

  A world drowned ihat never extinguished.

  A world where the sky never existed, only an o floating in the void.

  There were no limits.

  He could traverse all of them.

  And he would find the other version of himself.

  The one he had lost.

  One world.

  Two worlds.

  Three worlds.

  A hundred worlds.

  A thousand worlds.

  A million worlds.

  But ched.

  Every world had an "Azami Yuki"—but he Azami Yuki he was looking for.

  One was too different.

  Another wasn’t even human.

  Another didn’t have the same memories.

  Another had died before he arrived.

  Nohe same.

  Noruly the one he sought.

  Erika gritted her teeth.

  Again.

  Again and again.

  They were doing this again.

  Once, Azami Yuki (female) had dohe same thing—searched every er of existeo find another version of herself.

  And the result?

  Nothing worked.

  Azami Yuki (male) was just repeating the same mistake.

  But this time, she couldn’t even stop him.

  Thanks to the rule he had written, Erika couldn’t touch him.

  Couldn’t speak to him.

  Couldn’t shatter his mind.

  Couldn’t do anything.

  "Stupid fool…" Erika muttered with a trembling voice, but no one heard her.

  The only thing she could do was watbsp;

  Azami Yuki (male) stopped in the midst of the void.

  His eyes were empty.

  His hand still held the invisible pen.

  And before him, tless worlds tio spin.

  He had searched over a billioies.

  And the result remaihe same.

  Nothing.

  No one was truly him.

  No one was truly the same as Azami Yuki (female).

  He was still trying.

  He would still keep trying.

  But something inside him was slowly beginning to crabsp;

  *What am I doing?*

  *Why am I doing this?*

  "…"

  He didn’t know.

  He couldn’t even feel frustration anymore.

  Everythi hollow.

  And what hurt more—

  He knew he couldn’t stop.

  Even if he khis was futile…

  He couldn’t stop.

  Because if he stopped, it meant he gave up.

  And if he gave up…

  It mearuly lost everything.

  So he kept searg.

  And searg.

  And searg.

  Even as eternity passed around him.

  Even as realities tio colpse and be reborn.

  He wouldn’t stop.