THE DOORWAY TO THE IN-BETWEEN THEATER OPENS , and he steps out from its olympus glow into what halls that seemed to have persevered through the trials of passing time , though not without its usual effects . it's darker ; stuffier , the faint scent of rust and loitering mold not too unfamiliar beneath the aged , waning lights , his eyes squinting too at a friendly figure whose past-future , now present he had decided to pay a due visit . when @deiscension's expression contorts at his appearance , it could only be due to surprise . the reaction's become common lately after so many jumps back and forth through time , so he's forgiving . the shadows of his reflection remain the same as ever ; an agent's enthusiastic , reassuring smile . he approaches but leaves a polite distance .
you're still here ! ... you're still here ? >> " shi qingxuan ? ... it's still you , right ? "