The scars in my soul carried over; those, the loop cannot reset, and therefore it became both my blessing and my curse.
I could imagine a scenario where my scars did not carry over, then that meant I would have no memories of what had happened, and so I would spend this one hour of my life, forever in a loop, and I would not be aware of it.
This thought made me shiver in fear, because I felt that this could be very possible, and perhaps whatever made me stay in the loop, that mysterious grand engine in the darkness, what if it was unable to bring back all the changes in my soul and push it into my body when I wake?
I assume it would be easier to reset me without the scars from the future.
Still, these were all speculations that would get me nowhere, and the loop was the way it was, and I had no say in how it operated.
So I lay on my cot in the light of the early morning, and I opened my status screen, and looked at what fifteen deaths and one rebuilding had made of me.
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