Level 999.1

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You wake up from this unknown place.
Your head hurts.
You look around to observe the nearby landscape.
You found an old-fashioned radio.
You lit up a lantern, and turned on the radio.
The radio is playing. 
You hear the voice of a ██████████.
"Day 0?: Amidst Forgotten Memories and Laughter"
"██/██/█████."
"████day."
"Sunny."
"This is Daily News. A shocking murder has rocked the vibrant atmosphere of the longstanding ██████████ Circus, leading to its indefinite closure as authorities conduct investigations into the tragic incident."
"The victim, identified as renowned illusionist and beloved performer, █████ "The Spectacular" ██████████, was discovered lifeless in his dressing room shortly before the evening's final performance. The news sent shockwaves through the circus community and the city at large, leaving many in disbelief over the loss of a cherished entertainer."
"The entire circus family is devastated by the loss of █████. We are fully cooperating with the authorities to seek justice for him. He was not only a phenomenal performer but a dear friend to us all," expressed one of the performers.
"It's devastating to see the circus closed. My kids looked forward to the shows, and he was their favorite performer. This is a huge loss," lamented local resident, ██████████.
"Following the tragic incident, the entire circus was abruptly shuttered for an indefinite period as thorough investigations are underway. However, performers from the circus and local residents still holds onto the expectation that justice will prevail, and the mystery will eventually be unveiled.
<the radio emits static sounds>
-will eventually be unveiled. This article ends with a short speech from the circus' s manager, they said, "██████████ ███████ ████ ███████ ██████████ █████
"This is ██████████ from the Daily News, signing off-
<the article ends>
Whispers dances on the echoes. 
You are caught in this unending darkness. 
You step forward. 
Your every step rings into the corridors. 
"One, two-" you counted.
"-ten, eleven, and twelve."
It's midnight.
"Day 1: A World in Silence, but Echoes Remain"
"██/██/█████."
"████day."
"████████?"
"When I came to, I was in this place. The sky was gray. The air hung heavy with dust, and there was eerie silence. What I saw was an abandoned circus in front of my sight, with its vibrant colors faded and peeling. I can't remember how I got here or why. The last thing I recall is walking down the corridors, and then unending darkness... and a shade of dull yellow."
"My past memories faded away just as same as the monotone clouds, slipping through my fingers like sand. I try to remember, but I can't. Faces that was once familiar, but their names lost in my mind. My memories aren't chaotic; instead, they are calm like the coastline. Forgetting feels like a deliberate act, as if pieces of my past are being gently swept away by an unseen tide. I feel like I just embraced silence, however, in this place, its lonely. The more longer I think about it, the quietude that initially felt comforting now echoes with a deafening solitude."
"Its suffocating. I find myself yearning for any sign of life, for a voice, a touch. I wander through the remnants of this forgotten circus, and I tried calling out into the silence, hoping against an answer, a response— anything to break the unbearable silence that has become my constant companion. But the only reply is the echo of my own voice, fading into void."
< Day 1, End >
... 
Null. 
There is no voice.
You're on your own.
You see the amusement park entrance.
...Too bad.
You have no ticket.
But that doesn't matter.
No one will ever know.
No one.
"Day 2: Faded Whispers, Silent Rain"
"██/██/█████."
"████day."
"Rainy."
Rain has fallen. 	Rain has fallen.
"Me" 	''
''
(Today's a rainy day.)
''
(Seeking refuge from the relentless rain, I immediately took shelter.)
''
(The sounds of the raindrops are drumming against the worn canvas of the tent.)
''
(I've explored the area, or at least what I can access for now.)
''
(I've found some old posters, barely clinging to the walls, advertising acts and performers of this circus.)
''
(Their face seemed familiar... another faded piece of memory.)''
You try to recall.	You try to recall.
"Me" 	
(Nope. I can't seem to recall a thing.)
(It's becoming harder to remember.)
(I'm starting to worry if, with time, I'll forget my purpose and identity.)
(sigh) This mystery is deepening.
All of the clues seems to lead me thinking that I'm connected to this strange place.
This is quite difficult to think about. I'll focus on today.
''
(I've managed to scavenge some canned goods from the abandoned food stalls too, but they won't last long.)
''
(Finding cans of Almond Water was a relief— a slip of sweetness in this eternal loneliness.)
''
(I must press on with my exploration.)
...It's wet in here.
< Day 2, End? >
... 
The coldness accompanies.
Your heartbeat echoes into the waters.
Everything seems so familiar.
Is it really a coincidence?
You already had the answer.
Will it be a yes, or a no..?
...	...
"???"	''
''
(...)
''
(It's another "second day".)
''
(Time flies, slow but also fast too.)
''
(Eleven more hours until the ███rd "third day".)
''
(There's no use deceiving myself.)
''
(Everything will still be the same.)
''
(While I.. will be the observer of my never-ending circle.)
''
(███████ ██████ ████ ██████.)
''
(█████████████ ████ █████████.)
''
(██████████ ██████ ███████ ██████ ███.)
''
(███████ █████████ ████ ██████.)
''
(...)
< "Day 2", End >
Days have blurred into a disorienting continuum.
In the persistent haze of days,
Each seemingly a reflection to the past,
With time spun in circles and circles.
Today's... still today.
...
"Day 3: Flutters in Distant Tomorrows"
"██/██/█████."
"████day."
"Rainy."
''
The rain still continues on.
''
(The rain persists.)
''
(I've grown accustomed to the sounds of the raindrops crashing against the tent's fabric.)
''
(The posters flutter in the damp air, soaked in puddles, teasing me with half-remembered faces.)
''
(I've tried retracing steps, but it's like trying to gather mist in my hands, just like piecing together a puzzle with missing fragments.)
(...The rain whispers secrets.)
(And that secret.. will be the crucial key.)
(The key to the answers of every unanswered question.)
''
(The rain had washed away those answers, but also revealed a trail of the truth.)
''
(Now, what's the place that I should go next? Remember the radio's announcement.)
''
(...)
> The circus area.
(The circus. It will be our next day's stop.)
> The rollercoaster area.
< Day 3, End. >
Another day had passed.
You packed up your things and bid farewell to your temporary shelter.
There's quite a long way to the circus.
You step on several puddles.
You try to figure out the missing piece.
The radio.
The familiar posters.
Your memories.
The rain.
The number of days.
The time.
..The time.
The sky was always black.
Why could you assume that today was the fourth day?
There's no sign of day and night.
And you don't even have a watch.
You never wondered if today would be not today.
What if.. you're still in the first day here.
The first day.. that is-
Yesterday.
Tomorrow.
Today.
Yesterday.
Tomorrow.
Today.
...
"Day 
You arrived at the front of the circus. 	You arrived at the front of the circus.
"Me" 	''
(...)
(This is it.)
(The heavy, rusted gates creaked when you pushed them open.)
(Inside was eerie silence.)
(You walked through the long corridor.)
(You felt like stepping into a forgotten memory when you enter the circus grounds.)
(Each step echoed through the corridor along with the sound of the rain, further and further.)
(You seem to hear some whispers.)
"Step forward." 	"Step forward."
"Come closer." 	"Come closer."
"You can't turn back now.." 	"You can't turn back now.."
"Me" 	''
(...)
(What was.. those voices?)
(Something is drawing me closer... like an invisible thread pulling me towards.)
(However.. what's this strange familiarity?)
You followed the whispers of forgotten echoes, guided by a strange familiarity. 	You followed the whispers of forgotten echoes, guided by a strange familiarity.
"Me" 	''
(The heart of the circus.)
(W-Wait! There's someone... on the stage..?)
The spotlights suddenly light up and bore down onto the mysterious figure. 	The spotlights suddenly light up and bore down onto the mysterious figure.
Your heart raced as you approached the figure. 	Your heart raced as you approached the figure.
Your voice slightly trembled when you saw the face of the figure. 	Your voice slightly trembled when you saw the face of the figure.
A face as same as yourself.. no, every part of "him" is as same as yourself. 	A face as same as yourself.. no, every part of "him" is as same as yourself.
However.. his body is slightly transparent. A phantom..? 	However.. his body is slightly transparent. A phantom..?
"Me" 	''
You... you're me?
(Your voice trembled, echoing across the silent expanse of the circus.)
(The spectral figure slowly turned around, its eyes meeting yours, carrying an unknown weight of sorrows.)
"Spectral Figure" 	''
Yes, another iteration in this unending loop.
(It murmured, with a deep but static voice.)
"Me" 	''
"Why? Why are we here?"
(You pleaded, desperate for answers.)
"You" 	''
We are bound by the sins of "our" past.
(It replied, its voice heavy with regret.)
We committed an unforgivable act within these very grounds, staining our existence with the blood of a person you once hated.
You should've remembered by now. Me.
The culprit under the murder of the famous circus performer.
Realization crashed upon you like a relentless wave. 	Realization crashed upon you like a relentless wave.
Your memories surged back, unbidden yet painfully clear. 	Your memories surged back, unbidden yet painfully clear.
The guilt, the horror of your actions- they flooded your mind, leaving you gasping for breath. 	The guilt, the horror of your actions- they flooded your mind, leaving you gasping for breath.
"You" 	''
We're trapped here, reliving this day because we're sinners, condemned to pay for our transgressions.
You.. and me. We were always at the first day. However.. we went to our finale at this circus.
Your execution.. has just begun.
This stage.. was always ready for you.
(The spectral figure then continued, and lead out a sigh.)
As you stood frozen, the spotlight above flickered ominously, and you hear something had broke.	As you stood frozen, the spotlight above flickered ominously, and you hear something had broke.
With a deafening crash, it plummeted toward you. 	With a deafening crash, it plummeted toward you.
Glass pieces shattered across the stage, along with your flesh and blood. 	Glass pieces shattered across the stage, along with your flesh and blood.
The last thing you heard was a silent whisper of the spectral figure. 	The last thing you heard was a silent whisper of the spectral figure.
"You" 	''
Goodbye.. The 1000th.
< Day 4?, End. >
...
You wake up from this unknown place.
Your head hurts.
You look around to observe the nearby landscape.
You found an old-fashioned radio.
You lit up a lantern, and turned on the radio.
"
"██/██/█████."
"████day."
"████████?"
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