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☽ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 ☾
Jul. 3rd, 2025 02:25 am... 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 15 ...
The cycles press on, unceasing. Every one ends the same as the last. Over... and over... and over again.
... 42 ... 133 ... 134 ... 5297 ...
No matter how many lifetimes pass, though, he has never lost count, never forgotten the reason that he continues to forge ahead upon this path.
... 108,642 ... 2,003,432 ... 4,000,000...
He remembers every one. Every life taken, lost, sacrificed and burned away by the flames. Even if over the years the particulars have begun to run together... After so many cycles, nearly all of them playing out the same, it's a fool's errand to keep them all straight.
... 23,570,000 ... 2█,3██,3█0 ... 33,4██,█5█ ...
Even with all this power, amassed over countless lifetimes... It's not... enough. Not enough to break the endless cycle of life, death, beginning anew, of waking up on the golden shores of Aedes Elysiae with nothing but the weight of the world and the burning, always burning—
He perseveres. He has to. He promised.
...
... Yet again, he wakes to the scent of wheat on the gentle sea breeze. Yet again, he's greeted by the searing agony of his lives-long duty, and the same question he's heard ████████ times.
"What are you going to do?"
... 42 ... 133 ... 134 ... 5297 ...
No matter how many lifetimes pass, though, he has never lost count, never forgotten the reason that he continues to forge ahead upon this path.
... 108,642 ... 2,003,432 ... 4,000,000...
He remembers every one. Every life taken, lost, sacrificed and burned away by the flames. Even if over the years the particulars have begun to run together... After so many cycles, nearly all of them playing out the same, it's a fool's errand to keep them all straight.
... 23,570,000 ... 2█,3██,3█0 ... 33,4██,█5█ ...
Even with all this power, amassed over countless lifetimes... It's not... enough. Not enough to break the endless cycle of life, death, beginning anew, of waking up on the golden shores of Aedes Elysiae with nothing but the weight of the world and the burning, always burning—
He perseveres. He has to. He promised.
...
... Yet again, he wakes to the scent of wheat on the gentle sea breeze. Yet again, he's greeted by the searing agony of his lives-long duty, and the same question he's heard ████████ times.
"What are you going to do?"
