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... Everything was white.
Not the kind of white that comes with light—but the kind that swallows it whole. I wasn’t falling. I wasn’t standing either. I simply... was.
Somewhere, in that endless silence, a faint echo rippled through the air—like a whisper brushing the edge of my mind.
"Renji Takeda..."
My stomach twisted at the sound of that name. It had been months—years, maybe—since I’d heard it spoken aloud. Yet here, in this hollow nothingness, it ...
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