[The Voice of Time]
"The wind never stops.
People just stopped listening."
The world… the universe… time itself—
they're all just tiny pieces floating in the endless current of the wind.
Somewhere in a colorless, soundless void,
a single clock drifts in the dark.
Its hands?
Not ticking.
Not moving forward.
Not even going back.
And standing there—
a man with skin pale like moonlight.
His eyes? Spinning gears, slow and steady.
"Wars, history, everything—
it's always been under my control.
So why… why couldn't I save her?"
He shuts his eyes.
Takes a breath.
Looks up, and murmurs—
Then, just like that… the world freezes.
"I'll stop everything.
Just to see her alive again.
Even if I have to break the wind itself."
—Somewhere, in a place forgotten by time—
A breeze starts to move.
Its first sound?
Just the last breath… of someone who once lived.