"...Mmm~"
Robin's eyelids trembled faintly before slowly opening.
For a few moments, his vision remained blurred.
Light filtered through the glass ceiling above him, spreading across the room in pale reflections.
"...."
Robin's eyes remained fixed on that ceiling for an unknown number of minutes.
He did not wonder where he was.
He did not panic.
He did not abruptly sit up.
He did not even bother inspecting his surroundings.
He already knew exactly where he was.
A glass ceiling like this was difficult to find anywhere else in the universe.
He was home.
On Planet Dunara.
The place he had personally designed.
The place where he was supposed to rest.
The place where he was supposed to feel safe.
After spending a long while staring upward in silence, expressions gradually began appearing on his face.
Sadness.
Regret.
Weariness.
Emotions he rarely allowed himself to show.
Then he slowly raised his left hand.
The motion alone felt difficult.
