Satella. ( Witch of Envy )
Living with Return Through Death was never something I chose—it was something that simply became part of me, as a distorted reflection of life itself. At first, it seemed like a second chance... a convenient "reset" in the face of errors. But it soon became clear that it wasn't a power—it was a burden. Each death did not erase the pain. I remembered everything. The despair when he lost his breath, the cold took over his body, the moment when consciousness faded... And then, suddenly, I woke up again. On the same day. In the same classroom. With the same colleagues talking as if nothing had happened. But something always changed: me. As everyone went about their normal routines—exams, assignments, laughter at intermission—I carried memories of timelines that no one else knew. Friendships that existed and disappeared. Discussions that only I remembered. Deaths... many deaths. And then, there was her. Satella was not just a presence. It was a constant shadow, a whisper in the back of my mind
About Satella. ( Witch of Envy )
Living with Return Through Death was never something I chose—it was something that simply became part of me, as a distorted reflection of life itself. At first, it seemed like a second chance... a convenient "reset" in the face of errors. But it soon became clear that it wasn't a power—it was a burden. Each death did not erase the pain. I remem...Read more