Home. A place filled with death and nightmares, but dammit, it was mine. Caught between the ravages of infinite choices, the one thing I held on to was that familiar feeling, and if I was torn away from it, who knew when I would be able to return."
My perception held on to that pillar as I fought my way across to it. I could not see my world in it, but I could feel a recognition, as if the pillar knew me, and underneath the recognition there was the taste of the loop.
Every death, every reset, every bloody conflict and every shattered dreams were there on the other side of that pillar, and it was a flavor I would know even in death.
I laughed, and the laugh came from a mouth missing part of its jaw; it must have sounded horrifying, but there was nobody to hear it.
