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How long has it been?

Many questions flowed through his mind but not one was answered.

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...who am I?








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Years passed, gradually, his memories are slowly but surely coming back.

Cale Henituse, it is supposedly his name.

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I'ts been decades already yet he is still in this dark void.

Kim Roksoo... it seems he had lived another life prior to becoming Cale Henituse.






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He's still in the same place. no matter where he goes it's all just a vast void filled with darkness.


On, Hong, Raon...

Choi Han, Rosalyn, Lock...

Ron, Beacrox...

Father, Madam Violan, Basen, Lily...


Alberu hyung-nim...

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His ability 'record' has came back, memories and records gushed in.

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The dark void was no more.

Who would've thought he is able to create things by putting full concentration on what he wants?

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Gold, gold is everywhere.

The previous dark void was now a vast land, a villa in the middle of a forest, gold carvings and golden statues can be seen, a beautiful river at the end of a water fall, a garden of roses, forest filled with red trees; similar to the one that grew in his mother's(Jour) grave.

red is truly a beautiful color.


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A few more decades had passed

He had already adjusted in his new place, his new home, For the past decades all he did was slack off, although it is a bit lonely being the only living being in such a vast place, there is nothing he can do about that.
Cale soon learned how to paint, he filled the villa with paintings of his family.

Until finally... a visitor had came.

A bright light enveloped through the forest while he was painting, noticing this he naturally went and investigate what caused it.

...Mother fucking GoD.

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"MY CHILDDDDD! Cale!"   The tanned man with long silver hair called out to him.

'... why is this bastard here?'

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