Karina had no intention of turning back.
She was already at the edge of breaking.
She had burned through an absurd amount of the frequencies she had accumulated over twenty years. What remained was no longer excess, but her foundation.
If she were to rewind again now, she would not be spending stored reserves. She would be spending herself.
Of course, she knew she would not immediately cease to exist yet.
But what was the point?
What was the point of throwing away nearly fifty years of her life for this?
Fifty years of repeating grief. Fifty years of watching him die. Fifty years of trying to change fate, only to be dragged back into the same abyss.
She understood she could not go back anymore because she was stuck.
Trapped inside this broken paradox, this warped timeline that no longer resembled the world she had once tried to save. And for the first time in decades, Karina felt helpless.
