Lynch gazed at the lonely figure curled at the edge of time, and even the heart of the Rules was inevitably stirred with emotion.
What he felt was not ordinary pity or impulse, but a weight transcending dimensions of time and space. The smiles and tears that flashed through countless time silhouettes now settled as the weight of the Rules, pressing on the timeline of his Perception.
As the embodiment of the Time Rule, he saw not only Avery curled up at this moment, but all the time loops she had experienced in this chaos—
Each replay of memories was an erosion of the soul, each accumulation of solitude slowly corroding the essence of existence. She was like a leaf trapped in the gears of time, gradually losing color in the eternal cycle.
He realized that his departure back then, in this observed time stream, indeed became the singularity that changed her fate. Those unfulfilled promises, those abruptly interrupted companionships, had etched deep scars in her life trajectory.
