Entering the depths of his consciousness, Damian found himself seated cross legged within the endless desolate landscape of his inner world. Endless gray earth stretched toward the horizon beneath a motionless sky while an unnatural silence blanketed everything.
Rin sat comfortably upon Damian's head, crossing his tiny legs and closing his eyes in perfect imitation of Damian's meditative posture. The fox looked absurdly serious, yet neither of them smiled. Their attention had already settled upon the towering trees standing before them.
The Abyssal Tree stood alone at the front like an emperor overlooking its subjects. Its twisted black branches stretched endlessly toward the heavens while countless dead leaves drifted around it without ever touching the ground.
