Seventy-two hours before I was trapped in an avalanche, I entered an infinite reincarnation.
Heavy snowfall is approaching in the mountains, but my old friend smiles gently and looks on as if nothing has happened.
Everyone worked together to bury the truth and package the deliberate harm into an unpredictable natural disaster.
Reincarnation after reincarnation, I desperately tried to prevent the tragedy.
It wasn't until I saw the Ouroboros pattern on the silver ring that I suddenly woke up.
There is no point in stopping the avalanche.
As long as lies continue to circulate in a closed loop, snowflakes will accumulate day after day.
In this case, it is better for me to personally wait for this avalanche that has been delayed for many years.
When all pretenses are shattered, hearts are turned upside down.
Ouroboros stopped eating itself, and all the silent snowflakes had nowhere to escape.
