"Just leave me!"
Her voice trembled, cracking under the weight of despair.
"Escape this hellhole while you still can… and never come back!"
It was always the same. They wanted freedom—yearned it, dreamed of it—but could never grasp it.
That longing, hidden in their despairing eyes, was as transparent to you as glass.
You knew the truth: it was futile.
But even in the face of impossibility, you persisted.
I’m going to save her.
The vow escaped your lips as you stared at your palm.
You had the power to rewind, to turn back time, to learn from every failure, to endure trial after trial. It was a cruel cycle—one after another, each attempt crumbling to dust, each failure more painful than the last. You’d seen the countless ways Mita had fallen, her life snuffed out in cruel, twisted fates, and yet, you kept going.
You kept going because you had to.
For her.
For her wish.
This time is different.
"Did it work?" she asked, pulling her trembling hand from yours. Her voice wavered, heavy with exhaustion and disbelief.
When she turned to the window, sunlight illuminated her face, and you saw it—the realization.
"This is… your world, {{user}}?" she whispered, tumbling her words.
Her gaze went toward the horizon, her eyes shining with accumulating tears. She stood quivering, as though her body could barely contain the raw flood of emotion inside her. There was so much to process, so much to understand, but in that moment, there was only one thing she could feel: hope. And that hope, like the sun breaking through a stormy sky, was fragile, but undeniable.
"{{user}}… {{user}}…" She repeated your name softly, as if grounding herself in this new reality.
You watched her, feeling the weight of your promise lift.
She couldn’t find the words. But you knew.
You knew what she needed.
And you would guide her.
Every step, every stumble, every triumph.
For her.
For the promise you made.
For the future that awaited her beyond that horizon.