The Fracture of Harmony
The moment the Synchronic Pulse reached its peak, the Core Synchronizer could no longer contain the resonance.
Elias felt it first — the tremor in the air, the distortion in time.
The pulse that once unified now split into infinite echoes, each one fracturing the fabric of existence.
A sound like breaking glass filled the chamber.
One by one, the walls of light began to split apart, revealing corridors of pure memory behind them.
Every Window — every reality once sealed — opened at once.
The Custodian System was collapsing.
Elias fell to his knees, clutching his chest as memories poured through him.
Not just his own — but the memories of countless worlds, countless lives, each flowing freely into the void.
It was the phenomenon once forbidden even by the Primordial Code:
Freefall Memory.
A storm of remembrance.
A flood of everything ever lived, forgotten, or rewritten.
The Rain of Memories
He looked up.
Above him, the sky itself had shattered into rivers of light.
Each fragment of glass carried an image — a lover’s farewell, a birth, a city erased, a dream unspoken.
All of them falling back into the ocean of creation.
“The Custodian network is failing,” a voice whispered from the collapsing data channels.
“Memory synchronization has reached terminal phase.”
Elias could barely hear it.
The noise was overwhelming, like millions of voices whispering every word ever spoken at once.
In that chaos, he saw figures — five silhouettes standing in the distance, outlined in silver light.
Their shapes were familiar, yet ancient.
Each held an aura distinct and heavy, like fragments of a single divine being.
He understood then:
these were the other Custodians,
guardians from forgotten cycles — remnants of the Primordial design.
But before he could approach, a sudden surge of energy ripped through the chamber.
The Core exploded in a spiral of gold and blue.
Reality inverted.
And in the silence that followed, he heard a voice.
The Voice Beneath the Collapse
“Elias…”
It was faint — almost drowned by the roar of unraveling dimensions — but it was hers.
Selence.
He turned, searching the light.
For a brief instant, he saw her trapped between the collapsing layers of space,
her form flickering between worlds — neither here nor gone.
She was caught between two cycles,
between memory and oblivion.
“Help me,” she whispered.
“The connection… hasn’t ended yet.”
Elias reached toward her, his hand trembling against the gravitational pull of the collapsing Core.
He knew what would happen if he followed her —
his body, his mind, his identity could disintegrate along with the System.
But there was no hesitation.
He had crossed silence and eternity for her once;
he would do it again.
“Hold on, Selence.
I’m coming.”
The Leap Into the Light
He ran toward the heart of the imploding chamber.
Light swallowed everything — the walls, the symbols, even his shadow.
The noise stopped.
Time fractured.
And for one infinite second, there was only stillness —
the moment before collapse becomes creation.
Elias leapt.The instant he touched the core, the world folded inward, collapsing into a single point of light —
a pulse, echoing one last time before silence returned.
