At first, there were many discrepancies I couldn't quite understand.
For instance, how was it that Margaret, who had arrived here before me, had only lived through two years in this realm while I had endured nearly three, maybe even four?
Eventually, I reached a conclusion.
Time was relative. It didn't flow the same for the both of us. While I experienced my own hardships, the more I looped, the quicker I died. Margaret, on the other hand, always restarted at her beginning point.
But within this space, something changed.
Since my arrival, the loops started bending. Unknowingly, Margaret had begun to regress simply to find me.
As a result, her cycle always brought her back to a specific moment. When the cabin had been fully built, and I was there waiting.
While she looped, I waited.
I waited alone, for months on end, preparing everything for the current progression, fleeing from Aetherion before my death flags caught up to me.
