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[The memory of an archaeologist]
It was white, blue, and red. One couldn't tell what color it was. It was a festival of intense lights. Although always beautiful, it was hard to be moved more than the first time one saw the light of this sanctuary.
The only thing he was grateful for about his disappearing memory was that he had seen this light for the first time multiple times. This infinite loop of repetition likely wouldn’t break easily.
He continued to record the knowledge he gained about the abyss on his body, but he was still surprised by the first impression of the sanctuary.
Fortunately, thanks to his records or something else, he always managed to reach the sanctuary.
A party member who failed to reach the sanctuary couldn't be seen in the next life. This was also information gained through his records. However, he didn't know when he would be weeded out from this repetitive journey. Any accident could happen.
Therefore, he had to escape from this infinite loop quickly. However, a loop couldn’t be broken with just moderate force. He needed a great force. He needed the help of someone other than himself.
He began...
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