She seemed to be trapped in time.
Reboot again and again. Buried again and again.
Do it again for the last time.
In the shadow of the ruins, her trembling hands clenched the ice rose, filled with regret and guilt.
It turns out that the end of becoming a god is to give her the power of despair.
This time, the tomorrow that I have experienced countless times has not come.
Intention: I don't know what to fill in, so just leave it like this