That moment the elder flinches at the talisman? Chills. Through Time, Through Souls flips ancestral reverence into horror: the past doesn’t guide—it *accuses*. The red-robed man isn’t villainous; he’s terrified of what she might become. Power isn’t inherited—it’s inherited *guilt*. 😶🌫️
Through Time, Through Souls isn’t just a time-loop—it’s a trauma loop. The burning scroll mirrors her fractured psyche: each flame erases memory, but the wound remains. Her white robe? Not purity—grief made visible. 🕯️🔥 #CandlelightTragedy