For time, we are just playthings.
Living in a space controlled by it every day, I want to make a comeback against the wind.
In the divided time, I kept dying, kept dividing into another time period, and met them with different personalities but the same hobbies.
I don't know when I started to become numb to death.
After so many divisions, I have never been satisfied with the result.
Can time really change a person's mind?
A sudden whim makes me cycle through different times. Why, no matter what I do, I can't change the fact?
When I opened my eyes again, I was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the scenery outside, and put the same notebook under the blue and white striped pillow.
At this moment there was a knock on the door.
This time it was her who came to me.
They look different but are the same.
Start entering the next period of time and when it will end.
I can't get an answer for it...
