(Romantic fantasy)
A broken cup is back on the dining table, whole again, the next day;
After traveling a thousand miles, you wake up the next day back in your bed at home;
Everything that happened happens all over again, exactly the same, the next day;
The dead come back to life the next day. Then,
at a certain moment that day, they die again...
There are only 23 hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds in a day. When the final moment arrives, everything returns to the beginning of the day.
There is no yesterday, no tomorrow. The world loops through a single day, and everything repeats endlessly within it.
Like Smoke Through the Mist is a novel. A boy, caught up in an accidental inevitability, is drawn along by something called fate or destiny, and lives a turbulent life within narrow confines. When the bell rings, he wakes...
