I don't mind. Basically... I have memories of four particular days, where a lot of different things happen during those days. Some are happy. Some are sad. Sometimes it's nothing special. And sometimes it's actually important. But at the end of the four days, I go back to the beginning.

I don't know how, or why-- sometimes it's because I die, and other times it's simply because the monsters I see end up devouring the world.