Ruins of Memory: Twilight Light

ACT 1: COURAGE

Black. Darkness. And then a sudden flash of light. And back to the darkness before. A new loop. A new beginning... Or rather, The End. Perhaps. Something has changed. Again. A small, insignificant change, before the loop. And he who grieved, he whose sanity faded with every passing loop. He spoke.

"... 〇〇〇, when will I find you again, my love..."

"It's beginning once again, the start of a new beginning, or the beginning of the end."

Repeated words from within his head. There is nothing to lead him, but his own conscience being the only remaining light of his life. "The Chariot who leads you to the end of your fate",  or so it was said.

"... Final words, huh."

He scoffed.

The black space of the infinite void, repeats again. For an eternity beyond. Will there be an end to this neverending odyssey of his? ...In the end, it's all meaningless.
... Meaning. Meaning... The answer to the hypothetical "Why?". It doesn't seem to exist, but it is there. Somewhere. You'll find it, won't you?

A flash of light, then the sound of static. Like a show beginning and rewinding for yet another time.
The bustling Rainbow Night. The people below, bustling and hustling, doing trade and business, just like miss Chimata had planned.
The crowd was pushed aside for a moment, a single, instantaneous moment. He rushed through the bustling crowd of the Marketplace—Quickly reaching the Palace, and sitting down on his table, spacing out at the direction of the empty throne. The Northern Sun's throne... Has been empty for a while, one day, the Emperor just disappeared from all records. And yet, this humble Archiver still remembers them, although faintly... He feels like he needs to find something about them, restore something. But he couldn't figure out what...
This humble Archiver came from an external universe, wandering the Limbo as he ventured. The moment he entered this universe—It felt like he was welcomed here, it felt like... ***This was his home.***
Overtime, he soon noticed. He can't recall anything. Who he is, what was his name, and why this power is within him in the first place. It felt different, like it was... "amplified". He doesn't remember what he did... And he's already made several hypothesis. "*A trade of power—A sacrifice for power—Influence of the universe.*"

...Blank. He can't seem to think of anything. Staring at the throne, the Northern Sun shining upon the throne as if someone was still there...

And yet there weren't. How disappointing.
... That's right, he had already forgotten for a long time. Recalling words and guidance before the loop restarted. As an outsider, he was the only one who could remember... And the only one who could "change this world's fate", because of the ability to change.

This world which had lost a name, consequently, lost its ability to "diverge". The philosophy seemed unknown, and the hypothesized "mastermind" has not been found.  Taking words from worlds, and letting it crumble into self-destruction. Unforgivable. How stupid. How ludicrous.

There was nothing... Nothing that he could do. But that was when he realized.

**He is the only one who can notice what's changed.**

"..."

Deep in thought. He sat there in silence. Thinking of his next course of action.

"Hm."

A decision has been made. But whether or not this will work... It is unclear. However, it is clear that... **What he's doing now will cause the coin of fate to be thrown... Once again, Fate will diverge.**

~ ACT 1: Courage ~
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