There is a pawn shop, hidden in the folds of time. The thing pawned is the most precious intangible asset of mortals - memory.
There are three iron rules in pawn shops:
Rule 1: Our store supports time travel and requires a memory carrier for value mortgage.
Rule 2: The value is determined by the balance of our store. Once pawned, it will never be redeemed.
Rule 3: The store manager is immortal and does not participate in human disputes.
For hundreds of years, he has been like a precise and ruthless clock gear, adhering to these three iron laws day after day. He thought he had already calmed down, until she appeared - the woman with stars hidden in her eyes. What she pawned was her only interaction with him.
The moment he knew his life experience, the cornerstone of the rules collapsed in his heart. For the first time in his life, he reached out with a trembling hand and tampered with the scale of the sacred scale.
He thought he was just saving a forgotten past, but he didn't know that what he had moved was the cornerstone of the entire tower of time. When he finally pieced together all the truth from the dissipated memory fragments, he seemed to hear the loud noise of the time glacier breaking, and the all-seeing, cold ridicule of the "Time God" from behind the curtain.
All his persistence and betrayal are just footnotes that have been written long ago, and she is the only wedge that can lead him out of the time spiral.
