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"

"They think this is just memory loss.

But memories were never the target.

Not in earthquakes or war—but in identity.

People woke up wearing the wrong faces. Names shifted mid-conversation. Buildings stretched higher than they should. The skyline remembered a version of itself that didn't exist… yet.

Kael sprinted beside Elira through the glass-laced corridors of the Mnemosyne Archives. Alarms wailed, blaring codes only he could understand.

"Thread collapse in Zone-7," he muttered. "That's not possible."

Elira was ahead of him already, her breath sharp, eyes burning with recognition.

But the memory of that place called to her—flickering like a dream just beyond reach. Towering pillars. A woman in white. A phrase written in ash: Only threads not meant to exist will fight to be remembered.

Zone-7 was gone when they arrived.

The district had folded into a different version—greener, older, and entirely unfamiliar.

And standing at its heart, between strands of floating threadlines, was Christine.

But this time, she wasn't pretending.

"I told you," Christine called out, holding the Ouroboros notebook like a crown. "I was loyal. Just not to your version of the truth."

Behind her, silhouettes flickered—versions of Elira, trapped in resets long abandoned. Echoes of the self she never chose.

Kael pulled Elira back just as the ground beneath them cracked. Time split like broken glass. A reset tried to trigger—but Elira fought it.

The reset paused, shuddered… then broke.

"You're resisting resets now?" she hissed. "You're not supposed to remember that much."

Elira stepped forward, wind curling around her like defiance made flesh.

From Kael's wrist, a thin memory thread glowed. Elira traced it with her finger—and saw it: the memory Christine tried to hide.

She had betrayed Kael once before.

In a version where he died trying to protect Elira.

In a version where Christine smiled.

Elira's voice was ice. "You erased that version."

Christine smirked. "I rewrote it."

With a sharp gesture, she summoned the Shard Guardian—a creature stitched from forgotten timelines, wearing faces that didn't belong to it.

The war wasn't just for Elira's mind anymore.

It was for every version of her that ever existed.

"You're the only one who can choose the final thread."

Elira raised her hands, threadlines gathering like fireflies.

"No more loops," she said. "Let's end this war."

Chapter 20 – Threadwar