At first, Eichi was sure this was a dream. A wonderful, beautiful place like this could only be a dreamscape, something out of imagination, like Asra's own gate. He thought of that too, and rather than being alarmed at first being separated from him, he assumed it was only a dream and moved on. But then, as he wandered between the crystals, the familiar exhaustion of being thrown into another world began to hit him. His steps became more difficult, his breathing slightly heavier, and when he thought that he might be alone here, without anyone else—

It was a scary thought, of course.

That's why, when he spots Asra crouching near the pool of water, his heart just about leaps out of his chest. Abandoning his better judgement, he runs for him. But it's just as his feet carry him far enough this strange, purple dust and close to Asra that he stands up in his shock— leaving Eichi to stumble right past him and towards the puddle.

Ah, he really should have called out, but his throat felt too dry, he didn't want to injure his voice. It's at this moment that time seems to slow, his hands try clumsily to reach for Asra who had just startled to his feet and back a small bit, just enough to be out of reach, and met air instead. And as his eyes fell on the pond that he was about to fall right into, he saw, for a brief and slow moment, himself. Still. Surrounded by others... Keito. Wataru.

But it's only a flash. "Ah!"