What if every seven days, you became a stranger to your own life?

Elira wakes up in new lives every week—different names, unfamiliar places, yet the same haunting questions. With memories that don’t belong to her and a face she can’t forget, one man stands at the center of it all: Kael.

He claims to be her anchor—the keeper of her lost past. But as Elira uncovers fragments of truth, she begins to question everything: Kael’s intentions, her friends’ loyalty, and the very nature of her identity.

In a world where memory resets and nothing is what it seems, Elira must choose: reclaim who she was… or risk everything to become who she was meant to be.

"Tethered"

"There's always a thread, Elira. The question is—was it ever really yours?"

Elira stared at the mirrored fragment in her palm. It shimmered like stardust, shifting in color with every breath she took. The Observer Protocol had settled—at least for now—but its aftershock left her with a truth she wasn't ready for:

Kael entered the ruined chamber, shards of Mnemosyne crystal crumbling beneath his boots.

"You stabilized the system," he said, voice quiet but edged with pride. "You weren't supposed to be able to do that."

Elira didn't answer right away. Her eyes were locked on the mirror shard. In it, a reflection flickered—not hers.

This version wore black. Eyes cold. Smiling as if she knew everything—and was ready to burn it all down.

"She was never loyal," Elira murmured.

Kael's jaw tightened. "I didn't want you to find out like this."

"You knew?" Her voice barely contained the betrayal.

A brief flicker of memory—Christine leaning over her in another reset, whispering something. Something Elira was never meant to remember.

"They'll think I'm the traitor, but it's all part of the thread."

Kael stepped closer. "The false one."

Outside, the city twisted. Whole buildings blinked between versions of themselves. Civilians paused mid-step, confused, clutching their heads. Time was fraying.

Christine walked through the glitching streets like a phantom. Her eyes glowed with the same hue as Elira's—but her presence bled corruption. She held a notebook marked with a familiar symbol: the Ouroboros Thread.

Each page was a different version of Elira's life. Each chapter rewritten by Christine's hand.

"I told you I was loyal," she whispered to herself, tearing out another page. "Just not to you."

Back at Mnemosyne's ruins, Elira looked up. The sky above had split again—two moons now visible. One full. One shattered.

Kael looked at her carefully. "No. But it's the one you were born into."

Elira clenched the mirror shard tighter, and in the reflection, Christine's eyes met hers again.

"For now," she said coldly, "I'll play along."

"But it's time I pull the real thread."

Chapter 19 – The False Thread