"So even if we find a way to escape, can you escape?" Tyler asked, his voice calm yet direct.
"Tyler!" Mathilda shot him a sharp look, trying to stop him.
But Misra simply smiled—a hollow, tired smile that did not reach her eyes. "It's alright," she said softly. "I've been asking myself the same question for a long time."
She sighed, tilting her head up as if searching for an answer in the void above. "If escape were possible, would I even want to leave? Or am I just a shadow, an illusion fabricated by lost memories? I don't even know if I am the same Misra who first arrived in this village... or just a ghost of her former self."
Her fingers lightly brushed against her own arm, as if trying to confirm she was still real. "Maybe... I just don't want to exist in this loop anymore."
Mathilda frowned, a deep sadness settling in her eyes.
