Time Prison Pawn Shop: Help! the Boss Becomes the Subject of Research

There is a pawn shop, hidden in the folds of time. The thing pawned is the most precious intangible asset of mortals - memory. There are three iron rules in pawn shops: Rule 1: Our store supports time travel and requires a memory carrier for value mortgage. Rule 2: The value is determined by the balance of our store. Once pawned, it will never be redeemed. Rule 3: The store manager is immortal and does not participate in human disputes. For hundreds of years, I have been adhering to these three iron laws day after day like a precise and ruthless clock gear. I thought I had calmed down for a long time, until she appeared - the woman with the star fragments hidden in her eyes. What she pawned was her only interaction with me. At that moment, the foundation of the rules collapsed in my heart. For the first time in my life, I stretched out my trembling hand and tampered with the scale of the sacred scale. I thought I was just saving a forgotten past, but little did I know that what I was leveraging was the cornerstone of the entire tower of time. When I finally pieced together all the truth from the fragments of her dissipated memory - I heard the loud noise of the long river of time breaking, and the all-seeing, cold ridicule of the "God of Time" from behind the curtain... It turns out that all my persistence and betrayal are just footnotes that have already been written.