He died, long ago. It was a wish he granted for himself, back then. In one way or another, he met the Grim Reaper. Oh... The pleasant and pure serenity of the void. Sweet slumber that would never come to an end. Such a bitter surprise when the novelist opened his eyes and met the cerulean immensity of the sky.

Why ? How could he come back from the dead ?

Where was he ? Was this some kind of cosmic joke ? Life was a meaningless travel through time ; years, months, days, hours, minutes and seconds. Once you reach the end of the road, no return should occur. Then, why and how could he inhale and exhale the air ? How could he see ? What was this sorcery ?

He murmured a few words in Japanese. And he wondered : why him ?