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CHAPTER 85 — The Place That Remembers
Author: Milky-Grip
last update2025-10-16 00:14:07

Binta opened her eyes to a world made of thought. Light drifted around her like mist, but it wasn’t illumination; it was memory, alive and moving.

The ground beneath her looked solid, yet each step she took sent ripples across its surface, as if she were walking on frozen water that remembered being liquid.

She reached for her communicator instinctively. It wasn’t there. Her fingers closed on nothing.

When she looked down, her hands were translucent shadows inside light.

A whisper followed her movement. She’s awake. The voice didn’t come from a mouth. It came from the air itself, from the vibration of every surface, from the light that bent when she breathed.

Binta spun, searching for the source. “Who’s there?”

All of us. Shapes gathered around her half-formed silhouettes. Some wore her crew’s uniforms, others drifted naked and unfinished, their faces flickering through fragments of familiarity.

Each one glowed faintly with the same silver current that pulsed beneath the world’s skin.
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