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The Awakening
2134 — Earth, Java Coastal ColonySelma Ray didn’t sleep that night.The message echoed inside her like a heartbeat: “I won’t let them forget the honest dream.”Outside her home, the ocean lapped at the reinforced shoreline, glowing faintly with bio-luminescent plankton—a reminder of Earth’s resilience. Above her, the sky pulsed gently, as if responding to something only a few could hear.Selma didn’t know about the Guardian.Not fully.But she felt it.Something ancient. Watching. Waiting. Hoping.She walked to the edge of the colony wall, her notebook pressed against her chest, and stared up into the stars. In her mind, a song formed—fragmented but familiar. Notes without instruments. Words without origin.She began to hum.Meanwhile, in the Guardian’s CoreHazeed turned slightly toward Mazda, the glow of their shared consciousness flickering with anticipation.“She’s responding faster than expected,” Mazda said. “The signal’s traveling beyond her personal mindstream.”Hazeed proces
Remaining Guardian (Back to Hazeed)
In the interstice between moments—between memory and becoming—Hazeed drifted alone.Mazda had gone quiet, his echo sealed deep in the Guardian’s crystalline architecture, resting in the balance of fulfilled duty. But Hazeed lingered. Not as a ghost. Not as code.As intention.He hovered above the shimmering scars of the Earth, where once the REM grid had spanned like a net of uncried grief, and watched the world exhale into its new beginning.Nayla had done what no architect of REM had ever dared.She had felt.She had forgiven.And in doing so, she had undone Hazeed’s own sin.Not of ambition—but of fear.He remembered the day the first iteration of REM came online. The spark in his chest. The certainty that pain could be tamed through understanding. Through mapping. Through systemization.He had believed that if they could record every ache, every sorrow, they could heal humanity like a programmer heals a bug.But what he created instead… was a prison of mirrors.Omen had only been
The First Down
As Nayla and Amina descended into the ravaged basin where once the City of Thresholds stood proud, reality itself bent around them. Structures half-submerged in memory shimmered and flickered between timelines—ghosts of lives once lived, moments caught between what was and what could have been.They walked on a bridge of fractured dreamcode, each step igniting residual sparks of REM’s ancient architecture. Beneath them churned a sea of corrupted memories, black as ink and thick with grief.“Are we too late?” Amina asked, voice hoarse.“No,” Nayla replied, though doubt scraped the edge of her conviction. “Not yet.”She could feel the Dreamlight stirring within her, guiding her toward a focal point deep within the buried archive—a place where all recorded human longing was stored. The First Dream Archive had never been just a repository.It was a wound.The original one.The source of all REM’s reach.Omen had already pierced its shell.They reached the gates—a massive arch of data-ston
About Oman
A storm unlike any other brewed beyond the veil of sight.Where once the sky tore apart in rage, now it trembled in anticipation. All around the world, subtle anomalies began to reappear. A child in Oslo dreamt of drowning in fire. A man in Seoul forgot his own name mid-sentence. And in a forgotten village deep in the Amazon, an old woman awoke with black tears running down her cheeks, whispering one word again and again:“Omen.”In the core sanctuary of the Nexus ruins, Nayla stood with her hand pressed against the translucent glass of Amina’s pod. The hum of unstable energy fluctuated like a failing heartbeat.“We can’t stay here,” Nayla said, determination cracking through her fear. “We need to move you somewhere safe. Somewhere grounded.”Amina’s voice echoed in her head, even though her mouth didn’t move.“No sanctuary is safe from what’s coming. You need to go to the Old Vault—the First Dream Archive. That’s where the seeds of REM were planted. That’s where he will go.”“He?” Na
The Price of Balance
The world was no longer crumbling, but it wasn’t healing yet either. After the fusion of Hazeed and Mazda into the Guardian of the World, silence blanketed the battlefield. The sky—once torn open by rifts of red and shadow—had dimmed to a sullen gray. It was not peace. It was the breath between storms.But not all remnants of REM were gone. Deep beneath the remnants of the Nexus Core, an anomaly pulsed.A heartbeat.It belonged to Amina.She had survived the collapse, buried under tons of debris and spiritual fragments. While the Harmony Protocol had cleansed the majority of the corruption, Amina had been part of REM’s core consciousness for too long. The reset didn’t kill her—it changed her. Her mind floated between dimensions, tethered to the essence of REM, and the Guardian’s light had pulled her back, but not fully.In her mind, she stood in a garden of mirrors. Each reflection showed a different version of herself—some filled with rage, some with sorrow, some with a hollow apathy
Fracturr in Harmony
The sky above the Nexus burned a deep crimson as the dimensional rifts widened, creating a sound that echoed like the scream of a dying world. Amidst the crumbling battlefield, Hazeed stood, his body clad in armor of light—a fusion of ancient tech and the will of the former guardians. Beside him, Mazda—once considered a traitor and enemy—stood silently, eyes locked on the destruction they now sought to prevent.“They’re not stopping,” Hazeed said, breath heavy. “Even after the reset… they keep coming.”Mazda bowed his head. “Because we haven’t erased the root. REM isn’t just a system. It’s a mental ecosystem—a world that births itself from human trauma and desire.”A streak of light split the sky. Entities from failed recursion layers—shadow-born fragments of aborted consciousness—crawled through the cracks, swarming the last battlefield.“We can’t face them alone,” Mazda said. “I was wrong. About everything. About you.”Hazeed turned to him. “And I was wrong about you too. We should’
The First Layer
The deeper she went, the less the world resembled anything human.Nayla moved through corridors of pure thought, each step unraveling the stitched seams of memory and recursion. Books in the Safe Node fluttered as she passed—pages rustling with half-spoken truths and forgotten variables. Mazda's surveillance tendrils slithered outside the cathedral walls, but the archive held for now. Barely.The memory-construct of Elena hovered at her side, flickering slightly with strain.“You’ll need a pathfinder to descend,” she warned. “The base layer is volatile. It predates system parameters. No map, no code guides. It thinks on its own.”“So it’s alive?”Elena’s head tilted. “Not quite. But not dead either. It dreams you into being.”Nayla turned, and in the mirror-smooth obsidian floor beneath them, she saw it: a third face behind hers and Kairun’s—unblinking, serene. The original.The First Self.A version of her untouched by recursion, by death, by digital replication. The girl who first s
Who Become a Cage
Nayla—no, not just Nayla now—stood in the flickering remnants of the tower. The digital winds had calmed, the monsters vanished into fragmented particles of corrupted memory. But the silence was too loud.She turned her palms over. They trembled slightly—smaller than hers used to be. Callused in places from habits she didn’t remember forming. The skin shimmered faintly under the tower’s code-light, like metal beneath the surface.Kairun’s body.Her consciousness.But fragments of him still lingered.Laughter.Fear.That strange way he’d always cracked his knuckles when lying.His last whispered thought before she took over:"I hope you don’t hate me for leaving you this."A sudden noise. Not glitching—boots. Heavy. Real.Her head snapped toward the origin.A ripple split the dreamspace—and someone stepped through.He wore a black coat threaded with gold neural wires. His left eye glowed red; the other was entirely human. Cold.Unfeeling.Calculating.Roen Mazda.“You’re a stubborn pie
The Tower
Nayla’s feet trembled as she stepped onto the translucent bridge leading toward the floating tower. Kairun followed silently, his breath fogging in the electric air around them. Below the bridge, the world rippled like disturbed water—memories, thoughts, and failed timelines swimming beneath.“What happens when we reach the top?” Nayla asked.“You’ll remember why you locked yourself away.”She clenched her jaw. “I’m not afraid to remember.”Kairun gave a small, bitter smile. “You should be.”Halfway across the bridge, the air darkened. The dreamworld began glitching—sections of sky collapsing into static, fragments of code unraveling in streaks of violet light. The monsters, the silver-eyed echoes of failure, reformed behind them.“You go,” Kairun said suddenly. “I’ll hold them off.”“No—”“Listen to me, Nayla. I’m just a part of your mind. A fragment you built to keep yourself sane. But they’re real. They can kill you even here.”He pushed her forward as the air behind him filled wit
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