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My RP Discord Server: / discord My Friends RP Discord Server: / discord Dark Matter Merch: https://dark-matter-shop.fourthwall.com There are some stories that begin with a heartbeat and end with silence—but what happens when silence is denied? When the world spins not in a straight line, but in circles, dragging a soul through its own shattered echoes, again and again? This tale traces the journey of one caught in such a loop—where memory stains each breath, and death becomes the cruel gatekeeper of every new dawn. It's not immortality; it's erosion in slow motion. This is a reflection on what remains when compassion is punished, when trust is severed not once, but endlessly. A mirror held up to the weariness that grows in the marrow, the exhaustion that seeps into the bones after too many false hopes. The stage is eternal, the actors change, the betrayals remain constant. It explores the hollowness left behind when a person becomes more myth than mind, more tool than soul. In this void, justice wears no face, and even the gods avert their gaze. Bargains sealed by blood ripple through generations, binding the innocent to debts they never chose. The chains aren’t iron—they’re memory, duty, and grief. It's a reckoning not just with fate, but with identity: what is left when love is lost to time, and the self is rewritten by the will of others? Yet, even in the void, something resists. A flicker, perhaps. A defiance, soft but unyielding, like a rose that insists on blooming in winter. This story is not about winning. It is about enduring—about choosing to rise, to burn, to remember, even when forgetting would be a mercy.