The hope is there. The solution dances on the edge of my mind.
The basis of it is as simple as the normal three-dimensional space compared to the jumble that this castle is. The present is too terrible to even think about? This is a problem easily solvable at its root. All I have to do is to change the past.
If it erases the consciousness of the current me, I don't care anymore. But Maya must live.
To have a plan is good—but it's not easy to execute. On my own—Leaf doesn't count—I'm lost here. Which, I'm sure, is exactly what the Time Eater was trying to achieve.
I grit my teeth. The Time Eater… Hidden again in the folds of time. Eventually, it will get its justice as well. I wonder if it sleeps, and if it sleeps, then if it dreams. Either way, I swear to myself to show the creature what a living nightmare is.
Even if it's not exactly *me* who will do this.
