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Yuki Nagato

Up until that point, I had not been alone. There were many of me. I was one of many.

My other selves, once bound together like ice, soon dispersed like water, then finally diffused like vapor.

One atom of that vapor was me.

I could go anywhere. I went many places and saw many things. But I learned nothing. The act of seeing was the only function I was permitted.

I performed that function for a long span. Time was meaningless. In that false universe, no illusion held any meaning.

But eventually I found meaning. Proof of existence.

Matter attracts matter. That was true and correct. It was because it possessed a shape that I was drawn in.

Light, darkness, inconsistency, sense. I met each, intersected with each. I did not have their capabilities, but I might have liked to have them.

If I were permitted to, I would have them.

As I continued to wait, would those wonders fall?

Those tiny wonders.