The ray of blinding light peeking through an old glass window woke me up as it reminded me of a good thing that would happen this very day. It's been a while. A season or more had pass, yet the bond may be loose but rigid as a metal silk. It may be separated by chance but gathered when called upon. They were products of yesterday. Although there's a saying that, "the new waves pushes harder than that of the former waves," they have never ever backed off from their origin. One day, destruction falls upon. All matters even the smallest particles collapsed to form a boundless void that devours all that surrounds it. How shall I deal with it? What was already done has been done! However, shall I let bygones be bygones? Or gamble for a chance to change it from where it began? ~•~ Ps. This story was inspired from the work of Tang Jia San Shao entitled Douluo Dalu also known as Douluo Continent or Soul Land. Like his works, I would like to develop an illusory world where possibilities lie in our own imaginations.