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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 Loom pulsed wildly, a living web of light and shadow vibrating beneath their feet. Every thread was a possibility—a fragile choice, a path not taken, a future waiting to be born or destroyed. Around them, the corrupted tendrils writhed like serpents, seeking to strangle the delicate balance of creation itself.

Kael's fists clenched as the tendrils lunged toward him, their dark energy crackling with malevolence. His eyes flickered with an inner fire, the power of potential futures surging through his veins. With a roar, he struck the nearest tendril, fracturing it into sparks of fading darkness.

Aeris, still weak but undeterred, summoned a radiant shield of swirling light, encasing them both. "We can't let this fall apart," she whispered fiercely, her voice echoing through the cavernous chamber.

From the shadows emerged the Weaver, his face contorted with a strange blend of sorrow and determination. "The Architect sought perfection," he said, voice cold yet pained. "But perfection is death. Only chaos breathes life."

Dray stepped forward, eyes blazing with arcane power. "Then we fight with chaos as our ally. We break the chains of fate that bind us."

Together, they launched into a desperate assault—threads unraveling, light clashing with shadow in a symphony of cosmic war. The chamber shook as timelines threatened to snap and reform, echoes of countless lives resonating through the air.

In a moment suspended between past and future, Kael reached for Aeris, their hands clasping tightly. "Whatever happens next," he vowed, "we choose our own destiny."

Aeris nodded, eyes shining with unyielding hope. "Not theirs. Ours."

As the threads trembled on the edge of collapse, a new light flared—one born not of fate, but of choice.

Threads of Rebellion