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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 split open like shattered glass.

From the breach stepped another Aeris — older, regal, and terrifying. Her boots made no sound as they hit the cracked obsidian ground, yet her presence roared louder than any army. A violet crown floated above her head like a ring of dying stars, and her cloak billowed in defiance of the still wind.

Behind her emerged three figures — masked, cloaked, faceless. One pulsed with dark gravity, another shimmered like mirrored flame, and the third stood completely still, as if time itself had forgotten them.

The original Aeris narrowed her eyes, the Core-memories from Kael whispering warnings into her mind.

"You're not me," she said, fists clenched. "You're what I never wanted to become."

The Crowned Aeris smiled — a soft, sad, world-weary thing. "I was you… before you broke."

The three masked sentinels spread out behind her. The air thickened. Even the ground beneath the rebels began to twist, the stone softening like flesh, warping like a dream refusing to wake.

The other Aeris tilted her head. "Which one?"

Aeris lunged — violet sparks blazing from her fingertips — but her attack dissolved mid-air. Not blocked.

Reality itself bent around the Crowned Aeris like it was obeying her existence, not laws.

"You're not a Riftborn," Aeris spat.

"No," the other whispered. "I'm a Rift."

The sky darkened — not from clouds, but from memory. Hundreds of glowing fragments spiraled above like a reversed snowfall. Each piece showed something: a moment Aeris had lived, a choice she didn't make, a Kael she never kissed, a friend she never saved.

"You used the Architect's device," Aeris breathed. "You bonded with the Rift."

The Crowned version nodded. "I didn't lose Kael. I found every version of him. Loved them. Buried them. And now… I carry them all."

Aeris stepped back, her hands trembling.

Because the masked figure to the left shifted — revealing a ghost of Kael's face beneath the shadows.

"I don't want to fight you," Aeris said.

"I know," the Rift whispered. "But I remember when you thought you didn't have a choice."

Suddenly, the Rift moved — faster than light, striking Aeris with a blow that fractured the ground for miles. Bones cracked. Energy rippled.

Pain flared through Aeris's ribs. Her vision blurred. But as she knelt, she looked up, blood dripping from her lip.

"Good," she hissed. "I was getting bored."

Wings of prismatic light erupted from her back, not angelic, but like shards of time itself splintered into form. The Echo Shard in her chest blazed, syncing with Kael's heartbeat — still alive, still inside the Rift's prison.

Even if she had to tear herself apart to do it.

As the two Aerises clashed — one forged from hope, the other from despair — the very fabric of the multiverse cracked around them.

And far beyond, in the space between seconds…

🔥 What happens when your greatest enemy is the version of yourself that survived everything you feared? Can love transcend even the Rift itself?

Reflections in Ruin