Death's Seventh Coming

(No harem, no formulaic tropes, no wish fulfillment, no System, Eastern Cthulhu)

[When December arrives, the wandering Seed-Bearers will appear as promised. Find them, and an unknown feast will bloom because of you.]

When I escaped the bodies of countless different versions of myself, I thought I would be reborn… Then I saw the enormous [corpse] hanging upside down in the sky, and understood that this so-called new world was nothing but “our” grave.

When [December] comes, blood and flesh will accompany the shattered remains…

An endless cycle between life and death. This is both the beginning and the end.

Each rebirth and each withering marks the closing of a play…

“How… can I escape this damned cycle?! No… This isn’t a cycle… It’s a curse…”

“Those people are me… No! Those people aren’t me!!!”

All right, the seven days are up.

The time of death is near…

Who will I be today…