In the time you don't know about, many stories are quietly unfolding...
A cold, sharp axe strikes me again and again. A cobra appears over and over, biting my right hand.
A familiar yet strange face appears beneath my bed time after time, and I keep falling in the same place.
I am the general who betrayed the dynasty, and I am also the nameless young courtesan kept in the prince's residence.
Everything is absurd and bizarre, an endless cycle of terror.
Which world are you in? And which one is real?
