Ever since Dazai learned of the existence of the book, he has felt a burning in the corner of his mind. He knew that there must have been a version of himself who created a world where Oda was alive and writing his stories. Even if his friendship with Oda was written over, even if that world wasn't entirely real, at least his friend was alive. And maybe that should have been enough for Dazai. For some reason, it wasn't. But he had accepted that he would never be able to save him. That is, until now. Certain events of the summer had shifted his perspective. A near brush with death. A chance encounter with an interesting skill user. These events had given new light to the flame in his mind. And he could not rest until it had been quenched. (This story contains references and characters from the 55 Minutes, Dark Era, and Beast light novels. Just a heads up that it may be slightly confusing if you haven't read them.) This is a third-person, split pov story across timelines. Upload schedule may be erratic. I hope you enjoy :)