“All versions of… me.”

“Yes. The Kraken is all versions of you. Every time the world regresses, the Kraken recognizes your death and rewinds time. In doing so, it separates a new ‘you’ from itself and places that version into the newly restarted world.”

“A new ‘me’...”

“Yes. It’s like… well, I don’t know if this comparison is appropriate, but it’s like giving birth to a child.”

Parang’s voice dropped into a low murmur.

“I am… the Kraken’s daughter.”

A being born anew every time the world is rewound.

A being severed from an incomprehensible, unknown phenomenon.

A being that …