The World Is Ending? I Got Taller?

They told me the world was sick.

Rules had become a plague, and logic was beginning to rot.

So the heroes who wielded swords and spears died, and the madmen who held scepters went mad.

In the end, they shoved a book called The Evaluation Guide into my hands and said, "Go. Record everything. Understand it. You're the only one left standing tall now."

What they didn't tell me was that this book fed on memories.

Every time I recorded a rule that could destroy the world, I lost a memory that had helped make me who I was.

I gradually forgot the little details of life, my friends' names, the starlight in her eyes... I was trading "Who am I?" for "What is the world?"

If saving the world meant completely forgetting why I loved you, would the world that was saved be nothing but an empty void to me?