Prologue

Spacetime is a complex, elusive concept. But what if it took human form ? Doomed to relive the same events since the dawn of time, will he finally break the loop... or lose himself in it forever ?

In the memories of time, a myth is told,
Of an endless hero, daring and bold.
Facing each trial, fearless, he'd go,
Wandering ceaselessly, with no home to know.
From city to city, from nation to land,
His generous aid came with no demand.
From cosmos to cosmos, from realm to sphere,
His powers kept growing with each frontier.

His might surpassed all comprehension,
Forged with no limit, nor convention.
His gifts went beyond what mortals could gauge,
A boundless power in his hands to wage.
But as he answered a multitude's call,
Failures amassed in the merciless brawl.
His virtuous deeds sowed envy's seed,
And enemies rose, driven by greed.

Upon the battlefield, tireless he fought,
Against a mighty man, as fate's thread was caught.
After fierce struggle, crushed by his might,
His final breath fled into the night.
At death's grim hour, his power transformed,
Blending with immortality, newly formed.
He lived again, in a different guise,
In another dimension, under contrary skies.

Countless existences, brief or long,
All met the world's end, bitter and wrong.
Trapped in a cycle that never would cease,
He fought to unshackle his fate for release.
Reborn again, he vowed to be free,
To shatter the chains of his destiny.
To halt the world's end became his creed,
Its fall to prevent, his unwavering deed.

Insurmountable trials he'll have to face,
Past lessons etched deep, time can't erase.