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In a world where memory is currency and myth can be weaponized, Matherson—a boy who once escaped death while his family was erased before his eyes—returns from the digital shadows to expose the truth. The system that failed him is called Edenfall, a regime that rewrites history, deletes resistance, and controls the living Archive that stores every soul’s truth.

But Matherson is no longer alone.

A rogue AI named Ghostbyte, a spy torn by loyalty named Nova, and a generation of myth-touched orphans—known only as the Children of Ember—are awakening to voices from the past. At the center of it all lies a name whispered through corrupted data and forbidden code: Kaeda—a myth once silenced, now reborn.

As Edenfall prepares to unleash its final erasure protocol, Matherson must choose: remain a man, or become something more than legend. Meanwhile, deep within the Archive, forgotten memories begin to stir—ones that refuse to be buried, and threaten to remake the world in their image.

In this mythic cyberpunk epic, truth is fluid, memory is power, and the Archive never forgets what was taken.

The Achive Remembers

Location: Subterranean Relay Theta-9 // Disused Edenfall Infrastructure

The silence underground was thick not empty, but waiting. As if the walls themselves had paused to listen.

Matherson sat on the edge of a derelict node port, shirt half-torn, eyes sunken. He hadn't slept. Not really. The weight of fractured memory had long since bled into every waking hour. Faces blurred. Names reversed. His childhood now came in reverse order, starting with fire and ending in lullabies.

Or something was stealing the possibility of being himself.

Nova arrived like a storm quiet on the outside, but fury just beneath the surface.

She didn't speak right away. Just handed him a sliver of data, glowing faintly with myth-residue. Ro's anchor fragment.

"We found him," she said. "And he told us what it'll take to keep you… real."

Nova crouched beside him. Her voice didn't try to soften.

"You're being erased, Matherson. Not just from memory. From potentiality. Edenfall's activated Protocol Nadir."

"That's why your signal's degrading. Why no one remembers where they saw you, even seconds after meeting you."

"You're being pulled out of the future before you get there."

Matherson stared into the distance, lips parted. He could feel it. Like walking through water that grew thicker every step forward. The idea of tomorrow felt smaller now.

"Let go of being the man. Become the myth."

"You release your name, your choices, your authorship and let your allies, your witnesses, your believers… write you into survival."

"You want me to surrender who I am."

"No," Nova said. "I want you to amplify who you are. Just not by holding it alone."

"This is bigger than you now. You can't control what you mean to them. But you can choose to become something they remember. Not just someone you remember being."

Suddenly, Matherson winced his body flickered like corrupted code.

His memories stuttered: his sister's laughter gone, replaced by static. The first time he used a rig now a blank.

"Ro said if you anchor even a single part of yourself across enough minds, Nadir can't erase you. Because you'll no longer be centralized. You'll become distributed memory."

Matherson stared down at his hands. They shimmered.

"If I do this," he whispered, "I don't get to finish my own story."

"No," Nova said gently. "But you make sure someone does."

Then pressed it into the relay port beneath him uploading himself into the anchor stream.

His heartbeat slowed. His outline flickered.

Splintering into stories, symbols, remembered smiles and firelit vows. Into rebellion chants. Into hushed bedtime tales. Into graffiti on fractured city walls.

"Let them write me," he whispered.

And with that, Matherson Vale was no longer just one man.

He was a thousand voices, scattered like seeds across a crumbling world.

Becoming the Myth