Classic: What happens when fantasy is all you know? What happens when you know nothing of where you came from?
Classic: What happens when you dwell within the barrier between realities? Do you matter? Do your actions have effect?
Classic: For as long as I can remember, I’ve lived here, in this place known as “The Void.” I’ve seen glimpses of other worlds, worlds that exist, and then fade; some return, some don’t. Some even …stop. Like a battery dying, a flick of a switch.
Classic: Some are more familiar than others. Others are completely foreign. And yet, when I look at some, I’m filled with a sense of longing, a nostalgia.
Classic: A sadness.
Classic: I remember waking up, knowing only one thing: Samira.
Classic: Who is Samira? I always assumed that was my name, but my friends – Reploid, UT, Sonira – they all felt it was their name, too.
Classic: We share the same face. Our voices are different, and we aren’t really twins, but …there’s something familiar about each of them. Each of us. I know the others feel the same way.
Classic: I can leave this place – I’ve done so before – but I’m never me; I’m always …a shadow.
Classic: Until recently.
Classic: Until now.