This is a nameless traveler and a story that is not allowed to be recalled.
When time is rewritten, the body is reset, and the fantasy finally becomes reality, the memory is still the same old and neat appearance. How confusing.
He comes here in his own form, which is the most ironic part of the story. But because of this, time has remembered this unique traveler - after all, it is difficult to hear a bad word that you are reluctant to refute.
The traveler is always unaware of this. Look, when even the wind cried for him, he went to his era without hesitation - no magic, no miracles, only an agreement that no one will remember - and a familiar old friend.
He deserves everything because he remembers everything.
Purpose: To commemorate the dead HPMA, and to commemorate the source of all evil when I started doing OC.