WritersGamble
We are all on death row. The only difference is that some of us know the date, and the rest of us are just waiting for the door to open. For Aiko Tatsuya, this isn't a philosophy-it's a cold, suffocating truth. After a life etched in the graves of his family, culminating in the senseless death of his brother, he sees the absurdity of it all: the pointless struggle, the fleeting joys, all just noise before the eternal silence. In a final act of defiance against a universe that offers no control, he chooses his own exit.
But the universe is nosy. It is clingy.
Instead of nothingness, he awakens on a whale swimming through an ocean of liquid blue, confronted by a child-god named Dream, whose hair is the color of a bottomless sky and whose smile is a cosmic joke. Here, in this place between worlds, Aiko is offered a coupon for his pain: one wish. His wish is not for life, not for power, but for an end to helplessness. He wants a say. He wants to be the warden of his own death.
Wish granted.