Well probably this won't be read be the creator him/her selve but I 'll write it anyway,
this is such beautifull work absolutly magnificent. And I have to admit that the line "On that note, boy do cute anime girls sell..." very well applies to me as well, for the one or the other reason... to my personal dislike.
However... I with my own free will want to belive that the ambiente form manly badass heros thumbtnail, which originates form your feather hocked me, and the beautifull tale and words drove me here, from were the eyecandy like sight originates form.
and yet I just can fell a littel sorrow for this girl and her companion to be forced to be stuck in that loop forever, but none the less I loved the words she spit at the end...
... "I hate you, from the bottom of my heart."
That line was so bitter sweet.
I really love the philosophic aspect of this, and its execution is very well magnificent.
So I'm lost in wonder, is it really cruel to think of some thing like this, a loop with endless suffering for those who are put in it. (yes I have read a certain comment) Well on one hand yes I would say and on the other no I disagree simply, because their suffering only exist when we are watching, so the only ones suffering are us. Pretty funny if you think about it that way, huh?
All in all now that I have read all the comments below, seen the playthrough of the man who brought me here I think it came to an end and as I write the end of this comment the circle closes it selve and a new one begins, right? But I guess thats live, never ending untill its over.
by now this comment is one of the longest here of what I have seen. Tho, put in her possition would you still hate us? Have you ever thought of that? And if you are in her possition in her footsetps, would you still be yourselve?
I don't really know why I'm still writing this, but I enjoye it I guess, so I wonder given me the chance to erase all my beeing form all the moments time has to offer and I give in as I longed for it a whole while now. I'm almost certian that, if given me the chance to live again I would say "yes", because there would be nothing, no moral, no judment, nothing to lose, so might even hell would seam to me better than not to exist. Thinking of it that way I wonder am I just like a canvas who judges, who acts based on what is drawn on me? And looking on all this paint form the brushes, I ask: wouldn't it be better if I would be blank? That it just never happend and I could be