Yukio Okumura woke up from his dream.
He raised his hand and pressed his temples, exhaled a breath, slowly lay down and sat up, a trace of pain flashed in his blue eyes.
I was obviously very sad, so sad that I almost died, but as soon as I woke up, I could no longer find any memory of that dream.
I only remember that grand blue, the azure scenery is so beautiful that it is incomparably beautiful.
It's like...
What is it like?
It seems that there was once such a pair of blue eyes. Those eyes seemed to reflect the sparkle of the entire starry sky. They were flowing with delicate luster like velvet, but they were always burning with stubborn flames. The blue flames did not appear to be strange and cold. Even though they were cold tones, they always gave people the illusion that they would be burned if they got too close.
Yukio Okumura didn't know why he knew those eyes so well, as if they belonged to him. Quietly closing his eyes, he knew that he should rationally ignore these inexplicable dreams, but there was always a voice in his heart that persuaded him to investigate and understand the past that had been sealed long ago.