[Draft in Progress]
The hands of the clock turn backward, returning to the very beginning.
"The fate of Pasanglanya will never be rewritten." Those were the last words Yu Wei thought before the reset.
Was she chosen at the very beginning of the world to become the "only" variable? #%+×…
Reset after reset, her meager remaining hope was worn away.
On the 108th reset, time moved forward. In a world bright with sunshine, it seemed to remind her that this might be her last chance.
A worn notebook slipped from her hand, and an old photograph fell out. Seven people, filthy from head to toe, yet the sincerity in their eyes was impossible to look away from.
"One last time, for me, and for all of you."
[PS: This story has no connection to real life.]
Theme: May everything your heart desires come true.
