Another World Diary of an Immortal

I have buried twelve generations of gods, yet I cannot bury my own name.

After transmigrating to another world and gaining immortality, I gradually became a living tombstone:

- Heroes grew up listening to stories at my knee, then turned to dust beneath my feet;

- Kingdoms were founded in my name, only to write me into their myths a thousand years later;

- Magic faded with the passing of the ages, but I alone still remember how the incantations were first pronounced.

Until one day, I discovered that every written record of my existence was beginning to vanish.

The world was trying to erase the bug called “eternity,” and the last diary

was the only proof that I had ever existed.

(Open this confession written over seventy thousand years, and witness time itself.)