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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 vortex spat them out into a vast chamber — endless walls woven from shimmering threads of pure energy, humming with a tension that vibrated in the very air. It was the Loom of Destiny, the origin point of all timelines, pulsating with raw creation and destruction.

Kael stepped forward, his boots echoing on the glowing floor. Every thread in the loom shimmered with a life of its own, representing moments lived and unlived, choices made and forsaken.

Aeris traced her fingertips over a radiant silver strand, which rippled under her touch like water. "This is where all futures begin... and end."

Suddenly, the Weaver appeared before them, his form more defined here—half-ghost, half-machine, eyes glowing with ancient knowledge. "Welcome to the nexus," he said, voice echoing like a thousand whispers. "This is the place where fate's design is spun. But beware—tampering here can unravel existence itself."

Dray stepped forward, his expression grim. "Then we must be precise. We're here to fix the fractures, to stop the Architect's remnants from rewriting the threads."

Kael's gaze hardened. "No more running. No more letting fate dictate. This ends now."

As they moved deeper into the Loom, strands began to pulse erratically. Dark tendrils—corrupted by the Architect's lingering influence—crept across the delicate web, threatening to sever the very fabric of reality.

A surge of energy burst forth from Aeris, her powers flaring as she reached to shield the Loom. But the corrupted threads lashed out, striking her down and sending ripples of pain across her being.

Kael rushed to her side, eyes blazing. "Aeris!" he growled, gripping her hand.

Through the pain, she smiled—a fierce spark lighting her eyes. "We weave our own fate… not theirs."

Together, they gathered their strength, ready to battle not just for their love, but for the fate of all timelines tangled within the Loom.

The Loom of Destiny