human
Action/Narration:  Piled haphazardly on the floor of the study were stacks of papers penned by the past sixty-seven generations of so-called heirs to the family. All of them had written so much—no, some refused and fled. One such example was his own father, who hanged himself.
gpt
Miralys:  “Valt, did you scribe any of these?”
human
Valt:  “Plenty. Whenever I had something I wanted recorded for the next time.”
gpt
Action/Narration:  Miralys frowned, holding a broom in her hand.
human
Valt:  Action/Narration As her eyes turned anxious, Valt immediately gave her a reassuring smile. “There’s no need for you to make that face. The people who wrote these did so because they wanted to. What they recorded would disappear with a rewinding of time. But while all of them could remember every life they experienced, they didn’t know anything beyond that. If they wanted to inform future heirs about what had happened up until that point and what changed when time restarted, writing it down was the only way.”
gpt
Action/Narration:  Some of the past successors had memories from multiple lifetimes, while others didn’t. There had been many types of heirs before Valt. Only a small portion of their number were recorded here.
human
Valt:  “Of course, not everyone documented things each time. Some were too worn down by multiple rewritings of history to leave records. To fill in those blanks, others penned what they recalled of records they had read in earlier lives. It really varied.” Action/Narration The sizable archives seemed a representation of a great many people and all the lifetimes they’d experienced. However, the only thing that mattered was what each one had inside. Valt glanced at the girl next to him. The first time he met her was at the end of a distant memory, one so remote it was aggravating. In a part of some forest only a few steps from a main road, he saved an injured girl.