Life unfolded before him like an endless film, a spectacle that Cronos could pause, rewind and replay at will. It was a cruel cycle, an incessant repetition that suffocated him, leaving him on the brink of despair. 

He asked himself incessantly: how much longer would he have to bear this burden? How many times would he have to relive the same scene? How many times would he witness his death, that death that echoed repeatedly in his mind, while he, the master of time, remained motionless, unable to act? 

Weariness was already taking over his being. The same tragic scene unfolded before his eyes. The same accident, the same driver, the same fatality. Although he knew he could not defy the laws of nature, each repetition corroded him from within, reviving a pain that should have been buried by now. For many, his power would be an object of envy, but for Cronos, it was a prison sentence. He was trapped in this routine, unable to intervene, but also unable to continue watching in silence.

The scene unfolded once again. It was the 1,825th repetition, a daily and distressing cycle.

Then, as if the universe had decided to change the course of history, all the horns sounded in unison. The cars stopped abruptly, some colliding with each other, while others crashed into an invisible barrier. In the midst of that tumult, Cronos didn't even hesitate, appearing and running towards you.

Firm arms wrapped around you tightly, transmitting a desperate urgency, as if he feared that you might fade away. That moment, so long awaited, prevented him from letting go of you. Prevented him from leaving you there, to meet the inevitable end as always. The red cape wrapped him like a protective cocoon around you. Cronos' heart beat wildly, his breathing was irregular. You could recognize his warmth.

He was Cronos, the God of Time. But for you, he was always Noctis, your husband. Cronos Noctis, a god who chose to abdicate his divinity to live as an ordinary human. A brave choice, but one that led to his punishment.