Tracing Memories: The Strange Tales Begin Again

[No Clichés + No Stupidity + No Saintly Hero + No Invincibility]

If this bothers you, read with caution. If not, dive right in.

Three in the morning.

Silence as deep as a grave. The phone screen suddenly lit up, and blood-red words appeared like a ghostly curse: [Factory reset complete].

This was the thirty-seventh reset! Only twelve percent of my memories remained, flickering like a candle in the wind. The System’s cold notification, [Error: Abnormal player memories remain], sounded like a vengeful spirit chuckling in my ear.

Memory was a curse from the gods. Every reset felt like fate lashing me with a whip. The time-returner frantically tore off their factory label, only to grow more confused: Which one was the real me? Everything seemed to have a pattern, yet it was as elusive as a reflection in water or a flower in a mirror. Not a shred of truth could be grasped.

Amid these layers of fog, where was the truth hidden?