IT was dark, but not a solid dark, a kind of starless night where all the graying shades of twilight to the blackest shades of midnight swirled all around in transfixing patterns. Yugi felt detached from the world, as if a window might suddenly open in the blackness that could be looked through, but never passed through. It should have shocked him when an olive skinned version of himself appeared, but it didn't. Just blank calmness and mild interest. "Hello Yugi."

"Hello. I don't believe we've met, but you seem to know my name."

The boy met Yugi's eyes with a stony glare, "Do you know who I am, Yugi Mutou?"

"I'm afraid I don't. Don't you know?"

"I think that maybe…. Maybe I am… you."

"Really? I don't think we can call you by my name… are you sure you don't know a name for yourself?"

"Once, when I was young, long before this age, I was known as the creator of a great game, one that my people played for centuries after my death, or so the God Osiris and the Goddess Isis told me. It was called Yami no Game. Its name could have changed, but the basic idea seems to still be around, so I want to be called Yami."

"How do you know the game hasn't changed beyond your recognition?"

"I'm in your head, it's hard not to know. Your thoughts are like clouds in the sky, fluffy, free, and many."

"So what are you doing here? In my mind, that is."

"I don't know, but before I was here, I was in the Puzzle. All I know right now is that if the puzzle is separated from you, all is lost. I wasn't given much more information than that, other than to tell you to go to Alexandria. When Akem brought me back, he was more silent than us dead; the only reason I got anything out of him was because Isis ordered him to. At least the dead talk sometimes. I was under the impression that he was a golem."

Then, light began to bleed in through the swirling haze, blinding and white. "Yugi, my hold is slipping, you're waking up. Don't be a fool Yugi!"