It was an amazing change. My husband came to me. It was for a brief moment in the realm of the subconscious, but he managed to cross an unsurpassable wall and came to me. Just like when he gently held my hand when I was giving birth, he wrapped his hands around my rabbit form and told me that he would save me this time. The warmth that my time took away from me was returned to me by him. I felt a little relieved as I saw him smile at me, telling me to feel at ease. Yes, I started this game because I had faith in that person.

But even that lasted for only an instant. My husband's memories were slowly being erased. Starting from the memories of when he was forty-five, things started disappearing one by one. Even the enlightenment that he barely managed to gain seemed to become faint in the face of blurring memories. He, who desperately struggled to not lose his memories, eventually even forgot that he was even losing memories. God's doings were merciless. It did not leave behind a single possibility. Just how much more cruel could this be?

There was nothing I could do for...