As Adam waited, he stared into the unknown horizon—a sky of pure infinity.
How could something be infinite, yet still something you could find?
[It's the concept of abstractness…]
And here we go again.
He glanced at the girl. Shelves, furniture, floors—everything around her shifted as if alive, rotating and folding through space. The place reassembled itself again and again, like a manor that refused to stay still, passing through her form as though she were part of it.
"How are we supposed to get there?" Adam asked, his legs dangling off the edge of a floating platform—one that looked as though it could drop him into anywhere, or nowhere, at any moment.
"It's not about how we get there," she replied calmly. "It's about the framework where it exists."
She drifted through rows of dresses, letting them pass through her hands before selecting a blue one, paired with a cloaked uniform. She turned slightly, smiling at Adam.
"Does this suit me?"
Adam barely looked. "I don't know."
He paused. "…I don't care."
"…?"
Her eyes narrowed—not in anger, but in analysis. Studying him.
"Then what will you do," she asked softly, "after you finish your job?"
Adam smirked, looking away. "I don't even know if I'll finish it. So why think about what comes next? Woman—don't ask me things you don't even know the answer to."
Or if I even can do it.
He was right about one thing: she was only here as his courier.
"I see," she said after a moment. "Then… do you want to ask me my name?"
Adam drifted farther from the platform, arms loose at his sides, eyes dull.
"No."
I don't want to experience it again.
The memory came back uninvited—soldiers torn apart, bodies drained without a single drop of blood left behind. Betraying Karrin. Leaving Yuruki, Yoku… everyone. Even Mai—promising I'd come back.
When?
We don't even know how time passes where she is. Days. Weeks. Decades.
And here I am. Just here.
This power never felt like mine. I never felt like I deserved it. In the end, I'm still just a worthless human who can't amount to anything.
Rehan stood nearby, his tired eyes reflecting the same exhaustion Adam felt.
[Don't say anything… Sometimes it's better not to. Moments like this—I should stay quiet.]
Then she laughed.
Not cruelly. Not mockingly. Just… honestly.
"Haha—heh. You're really emotional," she said, slamming a hand lightly against a table.
"You're an ascended one, you know? And I don't even know where you come from. Yet here you are, complaining—when you're already above countless universes."
Adam sighed.
I hate it. That's all there is to it.
I'm already so much—and you're saying I can't complain? That I can't groan?
I know there are people suffering below me. I know that.
The floor shifted again. Entire sections peeled away, replaced by motion—hundreds of dishes drifting past, followed by furniture, futons, layers of cotton and cloth.
Then, suddenly, she stepped closer.
A blanket settled over Adam's shoulders. In her hands—ice chocolate ice cream, cold vapor curling faintly around it.
"Do you want some?"
Adam didn't answer. He just stared, caught off guard.
She set it down anyway. The ice cream hovered, waiting.
The blue-haired girl turned her gaze back to the infinite horizon.
"If I'm your courier, then that's what I'll be."
"We're not moving," she added, as if correcting a misunderstanding. "Not in the way you're thinking."
She gestured outward.
"The behemoth moves through dimensions. Zeroth is a dot. First is a line. Second is a plane. Third is a cube. The fourth is the experience of that cube—time."
She paused, letting it settle.
"The fifth is observation. Seeing the totality of three-dimensional space, plus additional directions. Like how a first-dimensional being would only perceive a slice of a third-dimensional creature passing through it."
Her fingers traced invisible points in the air.
"A fifth-dimensional entity can interact with parallel versions of yourself, Adam—seeing only portions of its body at a time. Unless you're ascended."
She glanced back at him.
"But you're different. It's strange. This version of me only exists where you exist. You're… unique."
Rehan watched silently, processing every word.
[Adam… can you explain the higher dimensions to her?]
She walked toward a glowing orb as the behemoth finally came to a halt.
"There it is," she said quietly.
She turned to him, eyes steady.
"Are you ready, Adam?"