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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 battlefield faded into a blur of fractured light and shadow as Kael's vision narrowed. Around him, time rippled like water disturbed by a stone — moments folding over one another, futures bleeding into pasts.

He felt the pull of countless threads tugging at his mind, whispers from possibilities both bright and dark.

Beside him, Aeris radiated a fierce glow, her power like a beacon piercing the chaos.

Her eyes, bright and steady, locked onto a distant flicker — a shadowy figure weaving between timelines with impossible speed.

"Vaelen," she breathed, her voice a mix of dread and determination.

The name hung heavy, a reminder that their most dangerous foe still lurked in the folds of time.

Suddenly, the air shimmered — strands of glowing thread appearing, weaving around them in a complex, ever-changing tapestry.

Dray's voice came through the chaos, urgent and sharp:

"The Loom of Fate is unraveling faster than ever. If we don't repair the weave, the Rift will tear wide open."

Kael reached out, brushing his hand against the threads, feeling the hum of energy coursing beneath his skin.

A surge of pain hit him as a broken echo of himself materialized, eyes hollow, voice laced with bitterness.

"You always thought you could fix it all, didn't you?"

The echo's form flickered, dissolving into shards of lost hope.

Aeris stepped forward, her voice steady, cutting through the turmoil.

Her hand extended, light spilling forth, weaving into the Loom.

Around them, allies began to appear — fragments of futures yet to be written, all drawn together by the fragile thread of hope.

With renewed strength, Kael and Aeris plunged back into the fight, their powers entwining, shaping reality with every move.

The Rift trembled, but so did the resolve in their hearts.

The war for the future wasn't just about survival — it was about reclaiming the right to choose.

For a heartbeat, the chaos stilled.

Kael and Aeris shared a look — fierce, unyielding, bound by love and defiance.

"No matter how many threads break," Kael vowed, "we will weave a tomorrow worth fighting for."

Threads of Tomorrow