The sound of heavy breathing could be heard in the xenomemory space. The colorful butterfly was still flapping its wings in the void, scattering countless sparkling dots with each flap. The butterfly didn't remain in one fixed place; instead, it wandered around in the world where even the concept of distance didn't exist. Sometimes it would even collide with another world of dreams. It was like a boat that had been left to float about without a fixed path.

There was a speck of dust on the butterfly’s wing. No, it was a pale-looking man who was taking labored breaths. His eyes were completely reddened, beneath which some odd things were circling...