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 sky bled violet and gold, the dying light threading itself through gnarled branches silhouetted against the horizon. Shadows stretched long across the earth, creeping like silent fingers toward the remnants of the shattered world.

Kael and Aeris stood at the edge of a new expanse — a place where timelines wove together, strands glittering faintly like threads of starlight suspended in the twilight.

The air was thick with possibility and danger, the quiet hum of unseen energies pulsing beneath the ground.

Dray's voice came soft and urgent through the comm-link, crackling with static.

"I've traced the source of the instability — the Rift's weave is fraying in places we thought sealed. Something is unraveling the threads... from the inside."

Aeris clenched her fists, eyes narrowing.

Kael's jaw tightened as he scanned the horizon, where faint flickers of fractured realities shimmered like heat haze.

"Then we find it first. We cut the rot before it spreads."

Guided by faint pulses of ancient magic, they moved deeper into the heart of the tangled realm — where time's fabric was stretched thin and shadows danced just beyond sight.

There, among the ruins of a forgotten temple, stood a figure cloaked in shifting light — the Loom Keeper, guardian of the threads binding past, present, and future.

His eyes, twin galaxies swirling with starlight, met Kael's with calm intensity.

"You've come far, but the Rift's echoes are not yet silenced," he said, voice resonant as the wind through leaves. "The balance you seek teeters on a blade's edge."

With a gesture, the Loom Keeper summoned a shimmering tapestry — scenes woven in threads of silver and shadow.

Kael saw endless possibilities: worlds where light burned too bright and others swallowed by darkness, futures shaped by choices both brave and cruel.

Among them, a vision of Aeris, radiant and broken — her power untamed, a tempest threatening to consume all.

"Your choices," the Keeper intoned, "will bind or break this fragile weave."

Aeris stepped forward, her voice steady but filled with quiet fire.

"I am no longer a prisoner of fate. We shape our path — not the Rift."

Kael reached out, fingers brushing hers.

The tapestry rippled, threads pulsing in rhythm with their heartbeat.

As night fell, the stars emerged — pinpricks of light in the velvet sky.

The Loom Keeper's presence faded, but his words lingered, a challenge and a promise.

Kael and Aeris stood side by side beneath the infinite cosmos, ready to weave their own destiny from the threads of fate.

Threads of Fate