The cup is cold, and it is hollow-

Inside of it; composed of no feelings and no sorrow.

The logic in hand, the space between the lips, the sigh escapes, "I am incapable of seeing all this."

Placing the empty cup on the table, walking towards the door, "These feet they just move and walk-", without a feeling, he edges on, knowing not that which has been ignored.

Off in the distance, an expanse of lush and field, the people are buzzing, "Am I exactly what I mean?".

With a confused look, however his hair is kept tidy, looking at the people, "How come everybody is so perfect, without a notion of even trying?"

Some time ago, the space was submerged under a rock, kicking a pebble beside it, a moment gave birth to the sight of a flock of birds.

"Sometimes the words used are not enough, these people, places and animals- how they forget and how they forgive, I am thus staring at an empty cup, no body here dreams-"

The shapes distort, the lights fuse, as do the unseen stars ,and they are joining to gather the form of the person to transport.

The light fades, what comes into view is a tall structure, an academy of sorts, "I have transcended from a dreamless world, this will be my start."

With a smile on his face, wearing a business suit, and from a world where dreams and thought became obsolete, leaves behind a short shadow next to a signboard which reads: "Welcome to Origin City."

Bhainz: "Indeed!"

Entering the registration office-