What was it called?
The feeling of having grasped something, yet not being aware of anything.
He had no words for it.
But Ryuk knew he had grasped onto something.
Eventually, he woke up from the dream, finding that the melody had stopped.
At exactly what time it happened, he couldn't really tell.
But when he woke up, back to that familiar garden of red roses, the first thing he did was look at the tree branch where that pink-haired figure previously sat.
Alas, he had disappeared.
The only thing left of him was the Violin that had fallen onto the ground by Ryuk's feet, and the sight of it left his heart pounding hard.
The place where the Violin had fallen, the distance it had from its bow,
It was exactly like the dream he had, when the Violin dropped onto the ground from the woman's grasp.
That same Violin had dropped, and now…it was waiting.
Waiting for someone to pick it up.
Waiting for…him?
"Is this the end purpose of the system?" Ryuk muttered, standing to his feet.
