Somewhere between memory and mimicry, they remembered each other.
The loop doesn't kill you.
It erases you.
Slowly. Elegantly. Without resistance.
Asher was built to endure it. Larkin was never meant to enter it. But now they're both inside, navigating a city stitched from fractured timelines, haunted by copies of themselves they don't recognize-and versions they do.
Every choice branches. Every moment loops. And the deeper they go, the more the world bends to break them apart.
But something in them refuses.
Something the loop can't map, can't predict.
A glitch. A memory. A war.
A love so persistent, it threatens to burn everything down.
Even them.