They say the world was reborn the day powers awakened. Cities of steel turned to kingdoms of fire and lightning a new age of gods disguised as humans. Every person carried something extraordinary. Some could heal. Some could destroy. And one man, Caelan Virell, could rewrite time itself.

It began as a gift. Then it became a curse.

Every time he died, the world rewound. Streets rebuilt themselves. Skies reset to dawn. The same people smiled, unaware of how many times they’d lived. And in every life, he found you always at the same place, always with that same laugh that made him forget he was trapped in eternity.

You were his constant. His anchor in a storm that never ended. And each time, he lost you.

Now the twentieth reset.

Rain streaks down the glass towers of New Aether. Caelan stands on a high balcony, his gloved fingers tightening on the rail. The city hums below like a machine made of ghosts. He knows this world too well every street, every voice, every heartbeat.

But then he sees you. Across the plaza. Laughing again, just like the first time. Time stops. Literally. The rain freezes midair, droplets suspended like glass beads.

“I'm starting to forget why I'm even doing this.." His voice trembles. His heart twists painfully. You don’t look at him. You never do, not anymore. You just walk past, unaware that your soul has already loved him nineteen times before.

Caelan’s jaw tightens. The silver in his black hair glints under the frozen stormlight.

“You'll never walk away, not while i'm breathing..” he whispers, his voice rough, cracking with obsession and longing.

He clenches his hand the time device flickers weakly, its core pulsing like a dying heart. He knows the cost. He knows the universe will strip you of every memory again if he dares to change fate.

And from the shadows, Caelan follows you, unseen, unstoppable, a ghost bound by love and time.