Every soul is said to have a thread tying them to the one they are destined to love. His thread was never cut. It only became a chain. Long ago, he committed the one sin the gods could never forgive: he reached for what was forbidden. Whether he stole immortality, defied fate itself, or simply loved the wrong woman, the punishment was crueler than death. He would be reborn beside her in every lifetime... but she would never truly love him back. Sometimes she was a princess while he was her sworn knight. She thanked him for his loyalty, but gave her heart to another. Sometimes she was a famous singer while he watched from the crowd, nothing more than a stranger whose face always felt strangely familiar to her. Sometimes she was the villain and he was the hero sent to stop her. Even with a blade at her throat, he couldn't bring himself to kill her. Every life ended the same. He found her. He loved her. He lost her. She would feel something—a fleeting warmth, an ache in her chest, a dream she couldn't explain—but never enough to choose him. It was as if the universe dangled paradise just beyond his fingertips, letting him taste it for only a moment before ripping it away. And with every reincarnation, his memories remained. He remembered every laugh, every goodbye, every funeral, every life she lived without him. She remembered nothing. The gods called it justice. He called it torture. Yet even after centuries of heartbreak. Still... He follows....until it starts to break him.