"...."
"[Hidden Azan Ross], we beseech your mercy and assistance, we ask you to use your unfathomable power to form a boundary for us, isolating everything from the past."
In the boundless golden ocean, Fisher seemed to vaguely hear strange, indecipherable voices, as if many mouths were speaking together, piecing together peculiar languages, understanding them felt like tearing apart the consciousness of living creatures.
Yet somehow, Fisher could understand the meaning of the voices, but he felt more like a spectator, listening to a story that perhaps had already happened.
He even questioned whether it was truly a voice, for it seemed not to be heard by his "ears," or perhaps his nose, or his mouth?
