Zeno decided to let go of all his inhibitions.
There was a split second of resistance—a part of him still clinging to the idea that this was merely a simulation, some trick conjured by a master of acting or an elaborate hypnosis. But the longer he stayed in that skin, the more he felt that this could be real.
This wasn't Avalis, nor was it the echo of any life assigned to him as a Rennis.
Maybe it had happened so long ago he'd buried it under centuries of forgotten reincarnations. Maybe it was a fragment that broke off and drifted away when he became who he is now.
Or maybe, this was simply… his past life. Before Avalis. Before anything. Back when he was just a soul.
He stopped resisting.
Master As' voice had faded completely now, swallowed by the thick velvet curtains and the rattle of stage pulleys.
A scene unfolded under warm amber light.
