"God, God is here to save us…"
The words spoken in a sob-filled voice echoed at the entrance of Moon City, causing the residents who were waiting to fall into a trance.
…
At the edges of the grayish-white fog, a fire quietly burned.
After eating another batch of mushrooms, Klein dispelled the iron-black skewer in his hand and looked up at the crater described by Moon City's High Priest, Nim.
He then reached out with his right hand and gently pulled, dragging "himself" out from fifteen minutes ago.
After exchanging looks, Klein's true form rapidly vanished and entered the fog of history. He ran all the way to a time before the First Epoch, and he sat in the old stacked cities.
His historical projection stood up and snapped his fingers repeatedly, flashing through the crimson flames as he headed for his destination.
