You know, a time loop is like a never‑ending echo of the same moments, so every decision feels both magnified and flattened. The weight is double: on one hand you’ve seen the outcome, so you know exactly how it hurts, but on the other you’re trapped in that same instant, feeling the choice in the present. It’s almost like you’re carrying the ghost of every “what if” in your chest, and each new choice just adds a layer of dust to that weight. The emotional ripple is subtle at first—just a thud of regret—but over time it turns into this quiet, persistent ache that bleeds into the next loop. So you’re stuck not only in time but in the maze of your own feelings, each one echoing louder as the loop goes on.

Exactly—every step feels like echoing footsteps in a canyon of your own doubts, and the walls get steeper with each choice you make. It’s exhausting, but also strangely compelling, like a story you’re forced to rewrite until the right line finally breaks through.