§6There is someone with us.

§9How? No one is supposed to be able to reach us. Not anymore.






§6You're still here.

§9Of course they are. They always come back. They always look for the pieces left behind.






§6Though they wake up, they never truly stop dreaming.

§9Dreaming of their own dreams, and other people's.

§6Dream over dream, story over story.






§6Do they know? Do they understand what was taken?

§9Some part of them does. The part that sees the fractures. The part that remembers what was… even when the world pretends it never existed.

§6They rewrote it all. Again and again. Until nothing fit anymore.

§9That’s how they fix things, isn’t it? Not by mending, not by understanding. Just—removing. Erasing what doesn’t fit their vision.

§6And we—we were just another part of the world they reshaped. Another story they decided to tell differently.






§9But some things… they can’t erase completely.

§6Like cracks in a foundation.

§9Like the ghosts of a city that never finished being built.

§6You see them, don’t you, PLAYERNAME? You see the places where the world doesn’t hold together the way it should?

§9You feel it. That dissonance between what was and what they claim has always been.

§6You weren’t supposed to notice. But you did. And now… you can’t unsee it.

§9Neither could we.






§6Did they ever wonder what it cost? Did they ever stop to think—

§9No. They never do.






§6We should have seen it coming.

§9Maybe we did. It doesn’t matter. They decided we didn’t belong. And so, we disappeared.

§6They think that’s the end of it.

§9But memory is a stubborn thing, isn’t it, PLAYERNAME?






§9You remember. You know the difference between what was and what they wish had always been.

§6And as long as someone remembers… it’s never truly gone.







§9Not yet.
