Prologue: At the Water’s Edge
March, 2045, A Certain Place in Infinite Dendrogram
A silent shoreline stood beneath the veil of night.
Unlike its counterparts in reality, this sandy beach was completely free of garbage, and the way the moonlight fell upon the rolling waves perfectly captured the essence of what a night should be.
Some distance away, there was a seaside path with not a single pebble on it, flanked by trees that were similar to pines. As a whole, the entire scene looked stunning—a truly otherworldly sight.
It would’ve been perfect if it weren’t for the single person who spoiled the image slightly.
Sitting on the sand as though they had fallen backwards in surprise, they looked ahead with eyes wide open.
However, there was nothing there besides a couple of dents in the sand.
Gradually washed away by the coming waves, these two sizable depressions were spaced apart as though some gigantic, unseen figure was simply standing there.
“...What do I do?” A voice cut through the silence of the night.
The voice belonged to the person sitting on the sand, their words seemingly an expression of panic and confusion at having “messed up” in some way.
Alas, there was no one there to help them with their predicament, and the panic ultimately drove them to flee, leaving only the gorgeous evening scenery behind them.
When the next morning came, the fact that there was nothing there shook the locals, as well as the entire country.
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