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It began with the rain.
Not water.
But black droplets falling from the clouds—each one rippling on contact, erasing footprints, un-writing signs, blanking memories.
People screamed as their pasts were rewritten mid-sentence:
A boy who'd once met Takumi at the training fields now stared blankly, forgetting he'd ever held a sword.
A shopkeeper dropped her tray and muttered, "Why am I crying?"—her wedding day erased.
An old man fell to his knees, repeating the name of a son he now never had.
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> [System Event: INKSTORM – Level Ω]
Type: Temporal Rewrite Hazard
Target: Halrion and all surrounding memory-rich locations
Duration: Unknown
Effect: Erases calendar events, reshapes character backstories, induces identity bleed
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Takumi stood on the wall, watching the storm crawl in.
It didn't surge like a wave—it stitched itself across the horizon, seeping like spilt ink across parchment.
Lisette stepped up beside him.
Her eyes were dull.
Her fingers trembled.
She blinked… then winced.
> "Takumi," she whispered, "what day did we meet?"
He turned instantly.
"Lisette. Look at me."
> "I—I know we did. But it's… blurry. It's like I'm seeing a version where we passed each other and never stopped."
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> [ALERT: Temporal Echo Feedback Detected]
Subject: Lisette Prime
Cause: Contact with "Takumi the Lost" from collapsed timeline
Symptoms: Memory instability, shifting personal continuity
Stability: 72% → 49%
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Takumi took her hand.
He didn't ask for permission.
He wrote:
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> "We met in the dungeon, surrounded by flickering lights and collapsed stone.
You didn't trust me, but you didn't walk away.
You said my eyes were too clean for this world.
And then you taught me how to survive."
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Lisette blinked. Her breathing slowed.
Her grip tightened.
"I remember that," she whispered.
"I remember that because you just said it."
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> [Stability: 49% → 67%]
Anchor Reconnected: "Shared Recollection"
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Takumi turned to the guards behind them.
"Get everyone into the archive vaults!"
"But that won't stop a rewrite—"
"**It won't stop it physically. But if they tell their stories—**over and over—it'll create a buffer."
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> New Directive Issued: Narrative Defense Protocol
– Citizens must tell personal stories aloud, in groups
– Reinforce memory via communal truth
– Spiral rewrite effect weakens with shared continuity
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Down below, people gathered in the library halls, basements, temples, and taverns.
They spoke.
Argued.
Recalled.
Shared.
And remembered.
And above them, the storm paused.
It hissed against the edge of resistance it didn't expect.
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But Takumi wasn't done.
Because something bigger was brewing inside the Spiral Core.
Far above, in a throne of unbroken code, a voice whispered:
> "Inkstorms slow the story. But we need silence."
> "Send in the Obituarists."
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Meanwhile—
Lisette sat with Takumi in the sanctuary tower.
She trembled once more.
This time not from fading memory—
But from something growing inside her.
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> [UNUSUAL EVENT DETECTED]
"Takumi the Lost" fragment has not fully dissipated.
Residual identity traits bleeding into Lisette Prime.
Effect: Cross-Timeline Skill Emergence
– Lisette has begun forming a Dungeon-Born Echo
– Unknown outcome. Potential identity bifurcation.
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She looked up, dizzy.
And whispered, "Takumi… what if I'm not just me anymore?"
He knelt beside her.
And said, without hesitation:
> "Then I'll remember the version that's still you.
Even if I have to hold it for both of us."
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And as the first Obituarist stepped through the ink—
wearing a robe of names that had already been forgotten—
Takumi rose to his feet.
The war wasn't over.
It had just shifted from battlefield to memoryfield.
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🔹 End of Chapter 26