Time goes by. history repeats itself. The hourglass finishes ticking. everything restarts. That's NOT-A-TALE. What could go wrong?. It couldn't happen, that's impossible! Those words echoed in NOT's head, while he was on the couch, looking at the floor

It was approximately 3:45 p.m. when you got out of bed to get a glass of water. You were aware that NOT sometimes came to your house, so you more or less lived with him. You went down to the kitchen, you poured yourself water and when you turned around you saw him. He just told you:

"hello................".