The human mind can't fully comprehend what lies in between the world of the living and the land of the dead.

When you're in between, there's no such thing as space or dimensions.

There is no up or down, width, length, and height, or mostly a suggestion, never a rule.

Likewise, time has no meaning at all.

It's only now, and after that.

A different now.

You can also be in the now that just happened, now sometime in the future, and a now from the very different past.

For those of us who normally exist in a linear timeline, it's nothing short of a nightmare.

There's no place for the living or the dead. It's the realm of the immortals.

We call them demons, demigods.

The immortals can enter our reality at will, at any point in time or space.

The only mortal beings who can replicate this feat are the sprites.

They hear the great song of the universe, and they understand the meaning of its intricate melody. The great song is generated by the vibration of the thread.

According to the succubus, the thread was plucked by the finger of the Creator at the exact

moment it came into being. First came the thread and the song,

and then the sprites,

who were created the very next instant.

All other events in our timeline began

after the sprites became aware.

Their collective consciousness

will be the last thing to disappear at the end.

The sprites are the official rulers of all the fayfolk, and Mercos is their king.

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