by PhoenixCrawl
I failed my ascension. That should have been the end. Instead, every time I die, I return to the moment it all went wrong. The world is the same. The pain is familiar. But each time I come back, something inside me is missing. Faces blur. Emotions dull. Memories I know were once important slip away without warning. I don’t know how many times I’ve died anymore. I don’t know how much of myself is already gone. The system calls me a failure. An error that shouldn’t exist. Maybe it’s right. Because if this continues, I won’t be a person—I’ll be a shell that keeps moving out of habit alone. So I need to ask you something. If surviving means forgetting who you are… would you keep going?
