In the midst of the ethereal colorless realm, the girl, ever calm and deliberate, shook her head. "No, we're not doing a reset," she firmly declared, her voice resonating through the stillness of the boundless space.
The boy, equally determined but fervently convinced of the necessity of their action, persisted. He pointed to the ever-blooming life tree, a symbol of their current predicament. "Look around you," he said, emphasizing the vibrant blossoms that adorned the once-decaying tree. "This reality is trapped between the end that will never happen and the existence that refuses to begin. Rudy's clever trick has bound us here."
He approached her, imploring her to understand. "There is no other way. Reset is the only option."
The girl listened intently to the boy's arguments and explanations, maintaining her air of unshakable serenity. She then responded, "The reset won't change anything, and the cycle will continue as it always has."
