I was in a haze.

The road before me, once filled with people, slowly grew empty. My body felt as though it were becoming heavier and heavier.

I looked forward, the road became empty. A voice called to me, telling me not to walk any further. When I turned around, it all went black.

Everything from then on was all a blur.

A grand library. Chasing someone in an amusement park. I broke down crying once, all I could hear was flowing water and the sneers of the watchful eyes around me. I was a traitor and now the laughingstock of the entire realm.

I shouldn’t have met that demon.

And all this time, I only had one name in my mind.

Ouroboros. The symbol of an eternal cycle.

I have a feeling I was going to live through this torment forever.

I had this weird dream/nightmare two days ago. I’m surprised I still remember most of it.