Falling like from a skyscraper, your eyes suddenly open and you find yourself on the steps, from which rainbow colors slowly flow, shimmering with golden wax. You hear numerous whispers in your head and slowly climb the stairs. You go up and it seems to you that each of your steps is replaced by another unreal action. Getting tangled in the tentacles of a broken jellyfish above you, you look up and see a golden figure, resembling a sculpture, from which rainbow foam of ideas and imagination flows, which bubbles, foams and cascades down.

You are surrounded by the sounds of rain and memory games, while Aeon of Enigmata, Mythus, towered over you, extending their right hand to your chest as a gesture of a gentleman's loyalty. Their penetrating gaze was hidden from the outside world, letting you know only if you, of course, haven't lost the truth and forgotten about this gaze.