Home is Where the Heart Remembers You.
The thing about being stuck in a world that was build on dream, of watching the ebb and flow of time and people come and go, meant that eventually... you lost everyone.
Some came back, more than once, and sometimes they even remembered you.
Others... well, you could hope and you could pray to gods that you don't really believe in, or you could do like Yuui and spend all of your time studying magic from all the worlds that touched the one you were stuck in.
And you would do so in the same house you've always had, on that sliver of a chance that one of those important people would eventually find their way home. And that's just what Yuui's doing on a breezy spring morning.
Or rather, he's dozing off, beneath the newly budded leaves of his favorite shade tree, a book on Valerian history sliding down his lap. Just another endless morning, in an endless world.
Nothing more... or so he thought.
Some came back, more than once, and sometimes they even remembered you.
Others... well, you could hope and you could pray to gods that you don't really believe in, or you could do like Yuui and spend all of your time studying magic from all the worlds that touched the one you were stuck in.
And you would do so in the same house you've always had, on that sliver of a chance that one of those important people would eventually find their way home. And that's just what Yuui's doing on a breezy spring morning.
Or rather, he's dozing off, beneath the newly budded leaves of his favorite shade tree, a book on Valerian history sliding down his lap. Just another endless morning, in an endless world.
Nothing more... or so he thought.