Memory Echo: Iris — The Girl Who Wasn't Supposed to Return
Reincarnated as a Background Character — Boss Fell in Love With Me
Memory Echo: Iris — The Girl Who Wasn't Supposed to Return
Memory Echo: Iris — The Girl Who Wasn't Supposed to Return
Fragment Recovered: 41% Integrity
Emotional Sync: Active (Raze)
Status: Ghost-Anchor | Stabilizing | Awake
I awakened to a world devoid of breath and sensation.
Not in the panicked gasping of someone striving to re-enter life, but in a state of pure awareness, an unsettling consciousness that thrived amid the absence of everything that once defined me.
There was no heartbeat to ground me in human experience.
There was no tangible body to feel or to anchor my fragmented consciousness.
There was merely thought—pure, unadulterated thought—drifting in a stillness that was so precise it felt almost tangible, yet it was devoid of the comforting embrace of silence.
And then it came—this peculiar sensation bursting forth from the void. It was neither sound in the conventional sense nor light in its luminous glory but rather a single word:
"I remember you."
The moment those syllables brushed against the empty corners of my being, they ignited a sensation that felt like the first rays of sunlight kissing forgotten skin, awakening something that had long been dormant.
In that instant, my existence reignited.
Not entirely, not seamlessly, and yet—enough.
[Fragment Recollection: A memory surfaces of sipping green tea in the east hall, where laughter mingled with the scent of fresh leaves. A light-hearted joke about forgotten side quests floated between us, my heart tethered to the boy with the weary eyes who always smiled as if he were waiting for someone to validate his existence.]
Raze.
That name resonates within me as profoundly as my own does—an anchor in this tumultuous sea of confusion and chaos.
Yet, I find it curious that even as I hold onto it tightly, I cannot quite recall the sound of my own voice when I uttered it.
I have a faint impression that I used to laugh, a sound that filled the air with warmth, and I think—just think—that he relished every moment of that laughter.
The system, this confounding mechanism that governs my state of being, seems intent on obscuring the missing pieces.
It scrambles my memories, placing them in disarrayed locations, crafting a puzzle that makes no coherent sense.
I recall the haunting image of dying in a sun-soaked courtyard I never had the chance to wander through in life.
I remember the act of painting vibrant stars in a tower I have yet to lay my eyes on, yet their brilliance feels intimately familiar.
I remember… Velzeria, standing cloaked in shadows, her crown fractured like a broken dream, softly whispering my name as if uttering it pained her.
"Iris."
That's me.
A glitch—a flaw in the programming of someone else's journey to redemption.
A ghost, bound to this existence by a love that wasn't meant to be written into the code of my reality.
They brought me back to this world.
But the reason is shrouded in uncertainty, still eluding me like a fragment of a half-remembered dream.
Not fully grasping it.
Not seeing it in sharp clarity.
Only… emotionally.
I feel as though the tether linking them to each other has ensnared me as well, pulling me back into existence from a place I cannot fully articulate.
[Pact Feedback Detected — Peripheral Soulbound Echo Forming]**
Emotional Link: Auxiliary Stabilizer
Role: Undefined
Status: Impossible
There are moments—fleeting yet profound—when I hear them.
Raze and Velzeria.
Their words are woven together in fragments of conversation, half-sentences and elongated silences that speak volumes of their struggles.
He's fracturing under the weight of despair. She's aflame, consumed by something fierce and wild, yet radiating an intensity brighter than anything I have ever witnessed in this tattered world around me.
I'm not supposed to remember any of it, yet the memories cling to me, stubbornly refusing to fade away.
Raze brought me tea in a chipped cup, his gentle smile illuminating the dimness of our shared existence.
He asked about my painting endeavors, curiosity dancing in his eyes.
I shared a secret ambition, confessing that I was painting a sky that no one would ever witness.
His response was simple yet profound: "Then I will."
And perhaps—just perhaps—he did.
Now, I find myself suspended between the lingering echoes of memory and the throbbing pulse of meaning.
I cannot move yet, imprisoned within this hazy state of being.
But I am aware.
Waiting, always waiting.
Watching the universe unfold in unpredictable ways.
Wondering who I am meant to become now that someone dared to rewrite the rules of existence in an effort to remember me.
And that, I believe, is the essence of love, isn't it?
Not the delicate beauty of flowers or the weighty confessions that burden the heart.
Not the enigmatic machinations of fate that twist our lives in inexplicable directions.
It is simply this:
Someone, against all odds, deciding that you mattered far too much to be forgotten.
To be continued...