Ghost Directive

Chapter 124: The Book of Echoes

Unknown Location – The Tree Without Roots

3:41 A.M. | Post-Reset – Cycle Zero

Wind whispered across the frozen valley like a forgotten hymn. Snow fell in spirals gentle, deliberate, timeless. Not in a flurry, not in a rush, but in a pattern that felt scripted, like the world was being rewritten again… very slowly.

Damien Voss sat beneath the skeletal tree with no leaves, no bark, no roots, just gnarled branches frozen mid-gesture, as if it too had been paused mid-thought. It wasn’t a tree, not really. It was more of a memory of one. A placeholder. A marker where something ancient had once stood. It had no roots because the world itself had none anymore.

Before him: a battered notebook, warped by cold and time. In his hand: a dull graphite pencil, the wood peeling from use. On the first page: only two words. I remained. It wasn’t a declaration. It was a confession. He hadn't meant to survive. Not like this. Not as the last one who remembered.

Zurich – The New Atlas (Reconstructed)

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