FRAGMENT ZERO: PROLOGUE​
​0.1. Memory of The Void
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In realms beyond human sight,
Where time weaves a cosmic light,
An immortal bird takes flight,
A creature of mystery and might.
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For over 69 billion years, I have journeyed through countless worlds, an immortal witness to the rise and fall of civilizations. With each world's end, I find myself adrift in the void of space, suspended in a timeless abyss.
As I float in the ethereal expanse, a whisper pierces the silence -- a voice from the cosmos entrusting me with a sacred purpose. But alas, as I descend into my new world, the memory of this mission fades, leaving me with an inexplicable sense of unease. Fragments of memories haunt my dreams, tantalizingly close yet frustratingly elusive.
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Such emotions cannot sway me, however, as something else – that inexplicable force – keeps me grounded. “I must stay here, and see this place to its end.” Was that itself the mission? Was I a mere observer? Or was there something more?
Ablaze in the darkest void, the planet fades to ashes. My memories wipe, the cycle continues, and with each world's end, I return to the cosmic space, tiredly ready for the next mission.
Perhaps my memories at the end of the world immortalized those who once lived, even if only for a few moments. But I was getting tired of my own mind. The last world didn't end well. It left me horrified to my core.
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Memory wipes didn't change that I still had flashbacks.
Memory wipes didn't erase the unease.
Memory wipes didn't explain billions of years of the cycle.
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In this endless dance of creation and destruction, I closed my eyes and let my body float in the nothingness. How many eons passed? I grew restless. Was time even moving? It had felt like an eternity, the silence, the isolation, nothing but the blinking stars far in the distance.
​I finally received yet another mission -- but this time, it looked different. An interface? Remnant technology from my previous world? The memories... Weren't they supposed to wipe?
User: KESTRELIA_
Code: PINK DEATH
Target: EARTH
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Did this thing always pop up? Earth? I instinctively extended my hand to the screen. It now reflected:
Recover data?
YES NO
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I once again asked myself -- did this thing always pop up?? Was this the decision I had made all this while? Clicking no? What would happen if I clicked yes? Would it protect the existence of all the fallen? Would that be what they wanted?
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I closed my eyes, and let time take its course. I was tired. The interface never faded. But I was too tired.
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I allowed the growing light around me to swallow me whole.
Silence. Ethereal silence.
FRAGMENT ███: ████████​
​0.2. Corruption​
Through eons she has soared,
Witnessing ███████ both new and old.
In her silence, a tale is stored,
Of civilizations grown and stories of yore.
In the realm of ███████, she finds her home,
Where memories and forgotten echoes roam.
A ███████ of secrets, a keeper of lore,
The immortal bird, forever to soar.
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It was a fine day for ███████. She opened her curtains to let the sunlight in, and ███████ ███████ The world was as it should be. Microwave coffee in hand, ███████ booted, art glove fastened, and Discord VC connected.
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She smiled. "I will protect my ███████. It'll be a good day, like any other."
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*sips coffee*
