[Multiverse]
When each cycle begins, I use the relics from the previous cycle as clues for the next. The joy and sorrow my companions bring me are like meteor showers in every cycle: beautiful as they streak across the sky, yet disasters in another land.
When I thought this was merely an extraordinary, sweeping dream, my own personal paradise, the place where that meteor shower fell across the night sky became the graveyard of my cycle.
Someone wrote down my experiences, and that, too, became a curse in every cycle.
With every cycle, whispers echo in my ears: ...Stop wasting your time. Give up...
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick... tick-tock. The hands move back and forth, and in this one brief moment, the paradise remains intact.
Snowflakes drift down, freezing the dark tide and time within space.
Like a grand debate, everyone has something to say and wants the other side to follow their line of thought. Power and profit are being divided anew, and class conflicts are breaking out...
