Darkness. Darkness envelops me for eons. Eons without sense, without thought. Seconds stretch into quintillions of years of unthinking blackness. It is peaceful.

  No… I must… escape…

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  Through sheer willpower, I manage to think for a moment, and I get glimpses of lives. Lives that are not my own. Lives that, although opposite, are interconnected. Through the mental haze, I attempt to focus on these lives. I see… I see…

  [END OF BOOK 1]