(No System, no formulaic tropes, no invincible protagonist, one female lead, a devoted romance, no descent into madness, suitable for thoughtful readers, includes some first-person narration)
"I wonder... will we keep moving forward today?"
"I suppose so."
My past is a knot that cannot be untied, and mysteries surge from the shadows like a rising tide. Again and again, I clench my fists and break through adversity, but in the fading warmth of victory, only deeper bewilderment remains. Did we truly live through 365 solid days, or did we numb ourselves by repeating the same day 365 times?
This world has been rotting for a long time.
The slightest bit of power is enough to turn familiar people into strangers, shattering who they once were until not even a shadow remains to grasp.
No, this isn't right...
I stand rooted in place, watching everything before me twist out of shape, even my breathing filled with uncertainty.
What am I supposed to do?
