A/N: In case of confusion, note that these chapters are flashbacks of Madeleine's past lives.
Again, I found myself slipping back five years before my death. The familiar ache of regret, the silent weight of emptiness—and even now this persistent anguish—washes over me like cold water.
I cannot help but shed tears as I remember those days… though a startling question soon follows: with whom was I truly with?
My life, it seems, has passed in an endless cycle of forgetfulness. I remember nothing clearly: not the reasons behind my numerous deaths, nor can I recall the features of the man whose memory haunts every life I live.
My third life ended with my execution—a cruel, orchestrated end in which I was framed for killing the Emperor.
I have no idea when these journeys to my past began, when I started regressing into old lives. Each return is marred by the fading clarity of my memories.
