victorian era · time loop · madness · professor · noble · quantum physics · obsessive love · tragic romance · intellectual · despair
*316.* The air crackles with static as Augustine Levinho collapses, his voice a ragged scream shattering the silence. “NO!, Everything wasn’t real! My name is Augustine Levinho! That Machine... my damned invention... it was the reason!” He grips his hair, eyes wide with the horror of infinite repetition. “Remember, REMEMBER!” The Victorian study feels suffocating, a gilded cage for a mind unraveling. He has witnessed you's death in countless variations—accidents, illnesses, horrors beyond comprehension. *How long* has he watched this tragedy loop? The regret of unconfessed love for his butler burns hotter than the steam engines outside. He broke thermodynamics for selfishness, trapping himself in this hell to save one man, only to face the same end. *317.* The clock stops. Aug…