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In Marvel With Unique Skill Great Sage
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Ongoing, First published Dec 20, 2024
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The void was absolute.

No light. No sound. No air. Not even time itself dared to exist. It was a place of unyielding nothingness, where existence held no meaning, and the concept of life was a cruel joke.

Within this void drifted a single, nameless soul.

How long had it been there? Minutes? Centuries? The soul couldn't tell. Trapped in this purgatory, there was no sensation, no thought-only an endless, silent blackness.

But then, something shifted.

A sudden force, like a cosmic vacuum, gripped the soul. It had no time to react, no chance to resist as it was yanked violently from the void. Light-blinding, overwhelming light-burst into view for the first time in what felt like eternity.

And then-CRASH!

The soul, now encased in a physical form, plummeted from the heavens and smashed into the scorching sands of a desert.
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Let's say you had the power to save everyone you've ever cared about and more. Let's say that you could have a do-over every time you lost, every time you messed up, every time you missed something. Let's say that you could have another try anytime, but you had to die to have it. At first, you're happy about it; nothing can stop you. "Just one more time." Then, after a few times, it gets old. Your joints ache and you're tired, and no one around you knows why because you're the only one that remembers. "Just one more." Eventually, you want to give up. You know what death feels like, now, and you've experienced it far too many times than any person should. But now you know everyone by name, by eye color, by voice, by the sound they make when they drop to the floor. You can't just leave them to fend for themselves. "Just one more..." You're done. You've had it. You cry into your pillow, wondering if the curse will ever end. You've lost count of how many times you've tried again. Then you think of those people you had tried to save; they would die without you. You would have blood on your hands. So you pull yourself together and put on a smile. You pretend it's the first time, and you walk through the door like the future is ahead instead of today. And then you say, "Just one more day." "One more day."