Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? … Isn’t what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who am I, wasn’t before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am?
Summary: It’s been two years since the world crushed on itself and everything was left in a nonsensical, atrocious, pounding chaos. It’s been two years and everything has changed, though the feelings are a terribly still constant. It’s been two years and maybe, with a promise to his skin and determination to his mind, Harry is ready to let go. Maybe he is going to be set free. Or maybe, the world starts existing again, with an immensely striking force and luminous, heavenly beauty. Maybe Harry will never let go.