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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: Edenfall Core Vault, Below Citadel Depths

The kind of cold that hummed against the bone, not from lack of heat, but from absence like the vault had forgotten what warmth even was.

Director Revenant stood alone before the sealed gate. The chamber beyond hadn't been opened in nearly three decades. Not since Protocol: Oblivion was sealed behind fourteen biometric keys, black-vault consensus, and a memory tax so deep even she could only sense what she was about to lose.

She placed her hand against the gate.

And for a moment… her reflection didn't match her face.

It showed her younger idealistic. Smiling. Before power hardened her jaw, sharpened her eyes, and made her name mean obedience instead of truth.

"I warned you," a voice said behind her.

He stood there, shaking his head, soaked in ash and doubt.

"If you launch Oblivion, you won't just erase the myth."

"You'll erase the memory of what started it."

Revenant looked down at her palm. Blood was seeping through the glove from how hard she had clenched her fist. She hadn't even noticed.

The chamber glowed soft gray like fog made of wires. At the center stood the Eraser Throne a seated machine of amnesia. It required sacrifice. Not just of memory, but of identity.

To kill a myth, Oblivion demanded the myth-maker's mirror.

And somewhere, Revenant had known, deep down…

She was part of what birthed Ember.

She pulled the trigger on the day Matherson's family died.

That memory flickered in the back of her mind, trying to scream. But she had already started forgetting.

Her voice was flat as the code lit up.

"Protocol: Oblivion, execute on primary anchor Ember Vale."

WARNING: CATASTROPHIC LOSS OF PERSONA DETECTED.

CONTINUING WILL RESULT IN EXECUTOR-LEVEL ERASE.

From the throne's speaker came something impossible.

A soft pulse of light filled the room. Not red. Not Edenfall's sterile white.

Ember's voice whispered not from speakers. Not from comms. But from memory itself:

The Last Silence