Eternally Trapped Within My Creation

A world created by James Rolten's hands. Not divine hand but typed out in 1s and 0s with mortal flesh.



A world which James's soul is left in an endless cycle of possession.



Falling into the bodies of the characters he put his heart into crafting, but the world of Tales of Aether is not his playground.



He is falling over and over endlessly, with his memories blocked, and an objective unbeknownst to him.



What lays at the end of his journey... godhood? Or maybe it is simple immortality via science unexplainable.



Only the Genesis Engine he created to run his games holds that answer.