AVANTIKA

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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 air was thick with static, vibrating with a hum so ancient it felt alive. Kael and Aeris stood at the threshold of the Memory Core, the heart of the Architect's stolen knowledge — a suspended sphere of light and shadow floating in the center of a cathedral made of time itself. Glass-like walls shimmered with flickering memories, some theirs, some belonging to lives they had never lived.

A bridge of fractured crystal extended toward the core, each step echoing like thunder in the silence. Aeris hesitated, her reflection breaking into three different versions on the mirrored floor — one innocent, one scarred, one lost. "Kael… this place… it's inside us," she whispered, reaching out to touch a floating memory.

The scene burst open — a younger Kael, broken and bloodied, kneeling beside a lifeless Aeris in a timeline where he had failed to protect her. The pain hit them both like a tidal wave, stealing the breath from their lungs.

"We're not supposed to see this," Kael muttered, shaking with rage and grief.

"But we need to," Aeris replied, steel in her voice. "The Core is showing us everything the Architect wants to use against us."

Around them, thousands of memories spiraled — twisted, distorted, weaponized echoes of their past. Some were sweet: their first laugh, a stolen kiss during chaos, the night they vowed to rewrite fate. Others were dark: betrayals, regrets, moments they had buried deep.

The Core pulsed, sensing their presence.

Then it spoke — not with words, but with images.

A vision surged: the Architect standing over a dead Aeris… holding Kael's newborn child. His words echoed: "Your future belongs to me."

Kael's roar shook the chamber. Lightning exploded from his hands, fracturing the bridge. But Aeris caught his face, forcing him to look into her eyes.

"Don't let him turn love into a weapon."

Together, they stepped into the Core.

Inside, it was pure white. Time stood still. The Architect appeared, not as a god—but as a frightened man, surrounded by timelines he couldn't control. "You don't understand," he hissed. "You destroy one thread, you destroy everything."

Kael raised his hand. "Then we'll build something new."

With a final surge, Aeris touched the center of the Core. A blinding light exploded outward—

They woke up moments later, surrounded by darkness, no longer inside the Memory Core. But something had changed.

Aeris looked at Kael. "Did you feel it?"

Kael nodded. "The Architect's hiding something... deeper. Something even he fears."

Far away, in the deepest timeline yet untouched, a heartbeat echoed — but it didn't belong to Kael or Aeris.

What lies beneath memory may be the truth that breaks them — or the key that saves everything.

The Memory Core