Murphy woke up and found the sky covered with heavy snow. He walked to the window and found himself in a castle.
Murphy woke up and found that he had been invited to a party.
Over time, Murphy got used to the certainty that he would die after a while. Then quietly wait for his impending death. But why does it feel more and more obvious that someone in my memory is looking for me again?
Every time it feels familiar, and after slowly coming into contact with it, I die.
So why do I keep traveling through time? I want to go back!
"Stop." Murphy held up his skirt and shouted at the man's back. "May I have your name?"