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"I… I don't know," Hoshiro whispered.
He could feel them—echoes of discarded timelines brushing against his skin like cold wind. Regrets, choices, unlived lives, all pressing to be *seen* again.
"Maybe some things *should* stay buried," Ayame said, struggling to reboot her gear.
"But who decides that?" Lyric asked. "Us? The Spiral? Or the ones we forgot?"
—
In the distance, the faceless presence hovered above the city, drawing memory-forms toward it like a gravity of grief.
More appeared—ghosts of brothers never born, cities that never burned, heroes who never fell.
Kazuki dropped to one knee, trembling. "I remember *dying* once… in a version of this street."
—
Inside Hikari Tower, the reset child watched the sky bend.
Then—he *spoke*.
"Your world is not broken. Just… *incomplete.*"
His voice echoed into every screen across Tokyo.
"Let us *finish* it."
—
Hoshiro looked at Ayame. "If we let this happen, we lose control."
Ayame nodded. "But if we don't… we erase the truth again."
Lyric extended his hand.
"Choose, Architect."
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