Darkness. A familiar, comfortable void. Kenjiro floated in the silent space of his own mind, a disembodied consciousness observing the stage where his inner demons dwelled. Before him stood the titan, the monster, the muscular shadow of his former self. It stood with its back to him, the impossible landscape of its sculpted muscles a silent, intimidating testament to a life he had both cherished and cursed. The air was thick with a tension Kenjiro knew well, the prelude to a dream-state confrontation. But this time, there was no fear, only a weary, knowing annoyance.
"So, you were there all the time, weren't you?" Kenjiro's mental voice was not the trembling whisper of a frightened boy, but the firm, steady command of a man who had seen the end of the world. The shadow didn't move, its massive form a stubborn, unmoving silhouette. "You were ignoring me? Hey, look at me."
