Dante stared at the white forest, contemplating his life. He thought about his life until the tutorial.
It was not bad but he knew he wanted to do more with his life. He wanted to find himself in a grand epic journey of his lifetime.
He envisioned himself as a hero from stories.
Reality was, he was just an average college student with a shit load of trauma from family. Dante was never a fan of politics.
His father was a veteran that served as a major in a war.
Dante smiled as scenes of his younger self entered into his consciousness.
He inhaled a breath and gazed. A faint glow came through slowly and carefully. There were many flickers of lights reflecting the warmth of sunlight.
Dante knew they were going to melt after a while.
"I don't think I will see this kind of view in real life." He said to himself, satisfied with the view.
