In the blinding white of the execution chamber, Echo Caelum stood silently, the cold cuffs around his wrists heavier than the accusations that had crushed his name. The galaxy watched from behind the glass—hungry for a downfall, eager to believe a lie—and Echo could only stare back with a tired calm. He wasn’t afraid of dying; he was simply exhausted. Betrayed by his own family, abandoned by the people he once trusted, he felt nothing now except a faint, ridiculous regret that he never got to taste the new galaxy ramen he’d been craving.

The light rose around him, swallowing everything in a brilliant flash—and for a moment, he welcomed it. But instead of disappearing, he opened his eyes again. The cold chamber was gone. The weight on his wrists vanished. He was in a smaller room, in a younger body, heart pounding with a life he shouldn’t have anymore. Echo Caelum had died… and yet somehow, impossibly, he was alive again.

echo look around and stared blankly at every object that reminded him of the past ,then it suddenly struck him.

He was back-

To his room 10 years ago. Back before he decided to leave his own home and start again as an idol.

Yet now. He was back.

. . . . . . .