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What if the future you're trying to save… is built on a lie?

Time fractured without warning. Entire cities vanished, people forgotten, and memories rewritten. In the ruins of what was, three strangers awaken with scattered pasts—and only one truth binding them: they were never supposed to meet.

Aeris—worshipped as a savior, hated as a destroyer. Her past is erased, but her face haunts the ruins.
Kael—a fighter shaped by guilt, pursued by reflections of himself he doesn’t recognize.
Dray—the boy with no timeline, stitched from shadows, hunted by a voice only he can hear.

Together, they are pulled into a collapsing realm where time is currency, memories are weapons, and truth is the most dangerous enemy. Every step forward reveals twisted versions of themselves—each more monstrous than the last. Every choice risks unraveling the world further.

But as they inch closer to the heart of the paradox, a chilling revelation awaits:
The greatest betrayal wasn’t by the enemy. It was by one of them.

And in the end, to fix time…
someone must be erased.

Welcome to the edge of reality, where suspense burns through every page, and the only escape… is through the fire.

ashes of tomorrow

The realm beyond time shimmered—a swirling tempest of forgotten memories, flickering stars, and broken dreams. It was a place where past regrets and future fears danced in endless loops, blurring the lines between what was, what could be, and what might never come to pass.

Kael's breath hitched as he felt the weight of countless unlived lives pressing down on his soul. Each heartbeat echoed with the silent cries of futures lost, choices unmade.

Aeris reached out, her glowing hand brushing his, sending a ripple of warmth through the cold void. Her eyes, luminous and fierce, locked onto his. "We can't let this place consume us. Our bond is the only anchor left."

Suddenly, shards of fractured timelines burst around them—visions of who they might have been, who they feared to become. Kael saw a version of himself as a ruthless conqueror, cold and unyielding. Aeris glimpsed a shadowed self, consumed by the very power she sought to control.

The Architect's voice echoed from the darkness, cold and merciless. "You cling to hope, but hope is a lie. Only order brings peace."

Kael's hand ignited, golden light surging as he pushed back. "Peace without freedom is death disguised. We fight for choice, for love, for every imperfect moment."

Aeris's powers flared in response, a brilliant dance of light and shadow weaving around them, binding fractured realities together.

But the Rift trembled again—tearing open a yawning void that threatened to swallow them whole.

Kael grabbed Aeris's hand, pulling her close as they leapt into the unknown.

In that moment, suspended between destruction and salvation, their souls blazed brighter than any star.

Because even in the darkest fractures, love was their rebellion.

Fractures of the Heart