The Sleeper Who Chose Silence
Location: Spiral Core Chamber
Time is fractured. Reality is bending.
The silence here isn't empty… it's waiting.
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I — Aren Kael — held the Spiral Rod in my hand,
But the flame… felt cold.
Eira stood behind me — half-corrupted.
Her Spiral chain blinked like her pain was still deciding —
To live, or to give up.
Tomo was floating gently.
His voice glitching, soft and unsure:
Tomo:
> "Bro… Spiral flame's… fading.
Something else is controlling this chamber now…"
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Suddenly, one of the Spiral walls dissolved.
And from inside —
A figure stepped forward.
White robes.
Spiral chains wrapped around his arms.
Eyes closed.
Silent…
Arka.
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Lunara stood near a broken Spiral mirror.
She looked at him like she'd seen this moment before.
Lunara:
> "He never spoke…
Because the Spiral never understood him."
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Me (whispering):
> "Was he sleeping… or watching?"
Lunara:
> "He was doing both."
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Arka stopped.
His presence made the Spiral Rod vibrate in my hand.
Eira started to collapse —
Her Spiral marks were overloading.
Then…
Arka opened his eyes.
He spoke just one line:
> "You've been fighting the Spiral…
But I woke up the day it started crying."
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Tomo (panicking):
> "BRO—
Spiral Core's fluctuating like crazy!
Arka's flame is rewriting the rules of the core!!"
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Flashback hits —
A glimpse into Spiral's origin:
The Spiral was created to balance memory and time.
But one being refused to follow its rules —
Arka.
He didn't destroy the Spiral.
He did something worse.
> He muted it.
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Back to present:
Arka walks to Eira.
He gently touches her Spiral chain —
And all her corrupted grief… turns into a calm violet light and vanishes.
A faint smile appears on Eira's lips.
She faints.
Peacefully.
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Me (shocked):
> "Y-you… how did you take away her pain…?"
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Arka (softly):
> "Grief… is just a shape.
When you give it a name —
It quiets down."
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Suddenly, a Spiral Rift opens above.
And from the Void, a voice echoes:
> "To rewrite the Spiral…
We needed the one who never wrote it."
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Arka looks up at the Rift.
He holds no Rod.
There's no Spiral mark in his eyes.
But his aura… is beyond anything Spiral could ever be.
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Me:
> "Where are you going?!"
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Arka (whispering):
> "To the place…
Where even Spiral forgot its own name."
He steps into the Rift.
Silence.
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TO BE CONTINUED…