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True Regression Paradox

Fern_Heckler
Time ends. Time begins. Time returns. I have walked this path before. I will walk it again. I walk it now. Each breath is a life. Each life, a flicker. Each flicker, forgotten. I do not remember—yet I am drawn forward. Not by fate. Not by prophecy. But by something older than both: the weight of return. Infinity is not a line. It is a circle disguised as a ladder. I climb to fall. I fall to climb. In the motion, I vanish. In vanishing, I remain. There is no name for what I am. No word for what I’ve become. A shadow that precedes its light. An echo that forgets its voice. In dream-born halls of silence and illusion, I pursue the veil that flees as I reach— and shreds as I pass. Each place I arrive, I have already left. Each step I take is taken again. The past has not yet arrived. The future has already passed. Moments fold into moments. Shadows echo shadows. What was is not what will be—what is, was never meant to be. Time trembles. Memory fades. The now remains. And in this collapsing, eternal instant— between silence and knowing, between breath and name— I open my eyes. I open my eyes. And the world forgets me once more.
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“Compassion. What is compassion? Is it strength, or weakness. Is it mercy, or a half a measure? Is it a sign of naivety or experience? Or perhaps, it is one of those things that tread the line of ruin and preservation, it’s true meaning known only to gods. I wonder, what do you think of compassion?” “Compassion? For me, it is like a sword. One which you wield from the blade, not the grip.” ……………. Reshi’s life was not a happy one. His childhood was one of poverty, and a family barely keeping it together. It wasn’t a particularly fun childhood, so he decided to end it early. How? Well, he joined the army, where he was turned from child to weapon, expertly wielded by the republic. There he had met many great people, and he had seen them die also. A terrible life really. One that he wasn’t too sad to say goodbye to. After speaking to an extremely convincing deity, he decided to cash in his death for a new life, a glorious one from one of his favourites new novels. The life of a spoiled, and more importantly, rich young noble. Which he had been given….for all of thirty minutes. He had been placed in the body of a hated antagonist, one that only existed in a flashback backstory. His fate was destine to be pathetic, his end pathetic, loved and remembered by no one. But Reshi had already gone through that once. So this time he was determined to change things. To do something about his shitty fate, so that for the first time in two lives, he could carve out a little corner of peace for himself in the world, and maybe even find some happiness to go along with it. [[[[[This is a rewrite of my first novel, that I barely even began, so I’m still quite a new writer, open to any feedback.]]]]]]
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