“At some point, I swore to my own heart, that I would save you from the vortex of sorrow that swallowed you.

The overlapping times are changing. Once the gears of reason rust, there’s no going back.

I hate this world!

I want to wreck everything, but I still can’t go anywhere. I held on to that time for the memories, believing it was happiness. And I etched into my memory those fading footsteps of dreams.”