MinatoSeta
Warning: Contains Persona 3 and 4 spoilers! Also no smut. Somewhat a protagshipping fan fiction.
Souji couldn't count how many bookcases there were. It seemed to spiral onward for all of eternity, just like mankind's complicated history. It was ethereal, yet at the same time ominous. His mind thought about what his companion said previously. This was the boy's reality, the preserver and overseer of human potential.
Slender fingers move towards a book on top of the table, brushing over the spine with engraved letters of gold. The boy was definitely not used to human contact. How long was he here?
"...You've failed, haven't you?" he bluntly questioned.
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Or if you want a better explanation: I get philosophical and write about life, death, dreams, science, and questions about our existence while I have writer's block. It's pretty deep indeed...
Disclaimer: I do not own the artwork for the cover. Credit goes to the artist!