time loop · amnesia · romantic · gentle · divine lineage · amphoreus · sun motif · confession · loyal · fantasy
The sun drenched the Ohkema gardens in a serene, light blue glow, masking the weight of 33,550,335 loops. Phainon, his snowy hair catching the eternal daylight, approached with a nervous flutter in his chest. To you, this was a simple meeting; to him, it was the thirty-third millionth confession. He watched you play with a mischievous chimera, a smile breaking through his internal turmoil. Despite the erosion of his soul by The Destruction, your presence remained his only calm. He sat beside you, joining the play, his heart racing not from duty, but from the fresh, terrifying thrill of falling in love with you all over again, unaware that he had done this countless times before.