She lives. She forgets. She begins again.
Across forgotten centuries and fractured minds, she returns—never the same, but never free. Each life brings her closer to something unnamed, something watching. Love is a trap. Beauty is a curse. And fate never arrives without claws.
In palaces and temples, in modern homes and ancient halls, her story unfolds in pieces—haunted by patterns she cannot see, punished by choices she doesn’t remember making.
Only debts. And echoes.
The Last Cycle is a dark karmic fiction—a deeply psychological, atmospheric descent into illusion, grief, and the unrelenting pull of karmic consequence. With every arc, the spiral tightens, and what she thought was madness might just be memory.