Trapped in a life of confinement, my only crime was knowing my true identity as a saint. Though genuinely blessed with divine grace, my existence threatened the temple’s chosen saint, sealing my fate. Years of torment eventually claimed my life, only to awaken me in the past before my suffering began. Fifteen cycles of reliving this nightmare left me utterly drained. In my final plea, I whispered to the heavens, “I want no part in this destiny—just let me fade away forever.” The weight of countless lifetimes pressed upon my soul, each repetition more crushing than the last. My prayers carried the exhaustion of someone who had seen too much, endured too long. The temple’s cold stones held memories of my silent screams, my unseen tears. No matter how I tried to change events, fate wove the same tragic pattern around me. This time, I lacked even the strength to resist—only the hollow wish for eternal rest remained. The divine power I once cherished had become my eternal curse, binding me to an endless loop of pain. Perhaps true peace would only come when the gods finally tired of their cruel game.
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