The world does not remember the ones who almost saved it.
It does not mark the moments where salvation came a second too late,
a choice too weak, a step too slow.
Somewhere, between yesterday and a tomorrow that never arrives,
a man wakes again.
He remembers everything.
He walks streets that feel familiar—but always different.
Talks to people who greet him like it's the first time—because for them, it is.
He smiles, listens, adapts.
He's learned how to wait. How to calculate.
How to fail with grace... and begin again.
This isn't magic.
This isn't a curse.
It's precision.
It's design.
It's the cost of a single perfect ending.
In a world unaware of the rewinds it survives,
he plans.
Not to become a hero.
Not to be remembered.
But to finally get it right—
on the 100,000th try.