Ryuutaro closed his eyes for a moment, calling the images back into his mind.
"At first there was a big round machine... There were quite a few gear wheels, it looked simple yet complicated. And in the inside of the machine..."
Ryuutaro paused. He wasn't used to not understanding the meaning of his visions, but this seemed extremely important.
"There was you and others... some of those I've met here. You were all older though... adults now. But I couldn't see it clearly. I didn't get a real chance to look for long either, because there was a young man with slightly curly hair and glasses who appeared in front of it and whose presence ... seemed to be pushing me out."

Ryuutaro couldn't really make sense out of any of this, but it seemed important. The boy hoped that it wouldn't take him too long to learn understand the way this world's fate felt, looked, communicated.
At least it had let him him, offered him to see. His sixth sense was back, he was complete again. He was still beloved by fate.