Uncle was a man who was always disappearing.

Starting in his teens, he would run away for days and then return as if nothing had happened. Some days he was covered in scars, and other days he appeared in bizarre outfits, like a medieval serf.

Every time, Uncle would say: That he had been summoned to another world and had returned after living there for an eternity.

Some days he would cry, other days he would be full of excitement, spouting stories that were hard to believe.

The disappearances continued, and he was eventually kicked out of school. My aunt and uncle turned away from him as if he weren't their own child, tired of his nonsense. I did the same.

Then one day, Uncle spoke to me with a remarkably serious face.

He said his journey finally seemed to be over.

Strangely, after that day, I started seeking Uncle out. Whenever I had a problem, I would open up to him,

and Uncle would always offer advice— eccentric, yet strangely helpful—by comparing my situation to his experiences in other worlds.