The blinding light of the hourglass receded like a retreating tide, and Jane’s vision gradually cleared. She found herself standing in a bronze corridor that stretched into infinity, the air heavy with an ancient and mysterious aura. Countless doors lined both sides of the hall, each engraved with a serial number from a different epoch, as if narrating the endless cycles of time. Most striking of all were the doorknobs—they were all shaped like coffee cups, as if hinting at some deeper connection.
Jane’s gaze wandered down the corridor until, suddenly, she caught sight of a familiar figure. It was herself, walking slowly toward the end of the hall. She whipped her head around, only to see another version of herself taking the first step from the starting point. This disorientation of space and time stirred an inexplicable fear within her.
"A temporal loop," a low, mysterious voice echoed from all directions, as if responding to the doubts in her heart.
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