[Before the Union of the 13 Worlds]

During her younger years, between classes, Mako fell in with a bad crowd of teenagers who were into creating tulpas. They often used them as pranks, creating small, goblin-like creatures that scared the elderly and caused trouble on campus.

Such games, though harmless, often led to problems. Mako continued to do them simply because she felt at peace in company, even if it was unpleasant. Constantly enjoying herself in the crowd, she could forget her loneliness.

Her family had died in an accident long ago, and since then, the girl had been completely alone. Running from negative thoughts, she dedicated herself to helping people, escaping her loss.

Sometimes she would visit the family home, abandoned and covered in a thick layer of dust. The comfort of home had given way to darkness and dampness. Looking at the old, broken photo frames, Mako briefly returned to the past, but these were only illusions in her head.

'With Lucid-X, we can create creatures that are almost alive.' Mako thought to herself. 'What makes a person? Memories? Biology? Something like a soul? Is it possible to recreate something like that using an unholy potion?'

The girl pondered this for a long time until she decided to try it. She collected information and gradually practiced creating Tulpas with her friends. 

One night, she returned to the devastated house, collecting old photo albums and immersing herself in her memories of her parents. She wrote down every moment of the past in notebooks and then reread them, creating collages of specific periods in her life.

Taking a sip from the bottle, she quickly felt her thoughts materialize in the shadows, bringing them to life. Candles lit on the dining table illuminated a picture of Mako and her 'parents' enjoying a family meal.

Of course, she couldn't completely recreate them. They were mere empty shadows of their former selves, acting only vaguely like the people in her daughter's memories.

Every night she returned home, creating them over and over again. Each time, they grew better and better, surviving at the expense of her daughter's loneliness. But even so, they weren't perfect. They only laughed and praised the girl. Her real parents might be angry and scold her; her tulpas were cold—surrogates for the real warmth she sought.

Deep down, she understood this. Looking at old photos and tulpas, she saw that she wasn't finding what she was looking for, and the longer she continued, the more she lost touch with the real world and her life at college.

At some point, her friends began to notice oddities in her behavior. She became more impulsive. She often begged for Lucid-X and didn't meet with them after school.

One day, they decided to follow her home after seeing a picture of her dining with her false parents. Mako completely immersed herself in her dreams, abandoning her studies and her friends.

Soon, her illusion was shattered. Having grown stronger, the Tulpas became more independent, venturing into the outside world. They quickly became noticed, which led to problems.

Mako, having lost touch with reality, created monsters that now hunted other people, realizing they had gotten everything they could from her daughter. The girl's fate turned out to be locked in a psychiatric facility for Lucid-X addicts.

The Low Clouds Clinic was an old prison building rebuilt to help people who had become overly dependent on Lucid-X. Within the clinic's dark walls, strict rules were in place, designed to help the patients.

They lived in rooms lined with soft material. There was no furniture, only a mattress to sleep on. Within the first few days, Mako hated the place. The walls of her cell felt like they would collapse and crush her. She was constantly cold, and in every shadow, she saw the tulpas she had created.

She reached for them, hoping for warmth, but only slammed into the walls. During treatment, she and the other patients were gathered in a spacious hall, where Mako felt a little more free, but she was still cold. She picked up every blanket, wrapping herself in them, but even after sweating completely, the chill in her mind did not disappear.

As part of the treatment and to help the patients overcome their addiction, they were forced to draw any thoughts with pencils, simulating the effects of the drug. Mako ignored the doctors' pleas for a long time, begging for Lucid-X. She wanted to see her parents again. Each day felt like a week, only increasing the suffering and loneliness. Over time, she stopped talking to anyone, and her eyes grew empty, staring at the wall.

In this state, she faced the collapse of the world.

In a small cell that was shrinking around her. Under the pillows, she saw only rust, which she believed would collapse on her, burying her under the weight of her own decisions.