On the colossal Electrion Mountain Ranges, the three suns in the sky pierce through the gap between the mountains, into the deep canyons. Since this is the time they consider morning, a fog wafts along the valleys.
A few kilometers away from the valleys, stands a forest filled with gumtrees and profound beasts. Along the path that leads to the valleys, a pretty, young man with long, beige hair lays on a futon with his legs crossed.
After pondering for a while, Shinji decided to delay the time of the prophecy, and relax to restore his Rei. As someone who lost the ability to sleep, this is the only way to rest his mind, without using a Tama.
—It's been three days, according to those suns, but I don't have a plan.
Shinji lamented at his feeble-mindedness. In his childhood, he acted recklessly because he knew the World Laws would protect him. After reaching sixteen, he met Lucien, and as they say: being around a smart person makes you smart.
