Cursed Tattoo

If fate is a tree with tangled roots, then countless possibilities give rise to countless worlds.

Lost Atlantis: its subjects awaken from the depths of the sea and emerge from the mist into the human world.

The opening of the Mobius loop: a beacon that lights the dead's way forward, and the wail of the undying.

The reverse clock of a collapsing world: miracles watered by countless acts of despair, as it hopes to pass the flame of inheritance onward.

The branches of fate spread, endless shackles binding lonely souls. This is the beginning of destiny, and the embers of death.

"Kill me, destroy me, remake me. What is real? What is false?" The young man sitting by the window furrowed his brow and murmured.

His companion, standing not far away, rolled his eyes. "What a nutcase."

Theme: Even when you reach a dead end, never give up hope