🌙 Prologue — The Whisper Between Worlds
The world had healed.The skies no longer flickered like broken film. The mountains stopped folding into copies of themselves. The Cosmic Drum's heartbeat returned to its slow, steady rhythm.
And yet… in the silence between seconds, something still hummed.A faint, rhythmic whirr, like a copier trying to start again after a long rest.
Liora felt it first. In the Grand Archive's deepest vault, the sealed Page of Raka began to glow faintly. The words "Do not copy this" shimmered… then changed.
"Draft saved."
Her eyes widened. "Impossible…"
🌀 The Data Horizon
TING!🟦 [Location Discovered!]The Margin Layer — The Space Outside Stories
Beyond the printed world, there existed the Margin Layer — a dimension made of discarded prototypes, deleted drafts, and ideas that never finished rendering.
Here, Raka opened his eyes.
He wasn't flesh anymore — not entirely. His body flickered like ink drying too slowly. Fragments of sound and paper swirled around him.
"So this is what's beyond the page…"
In the distance floated concepts — half-built continents, unfinished creatures, and rejected lines of dialogue muttering to themselves.
A gentle voice echoed through the void.
"Welcome back, Raka."
He turned.From the static formed a figure — transparent, mechanical wings folded like origami.
"Liora?" he asked.
"Not exactly. I'm the Memory of Liora, stored in the copier's cache. When you rewrote yourself, part of me stayed here… waiting for the next edit."
🔧 The Purpose of the Print
Raka looked down. His hands were leaving trails of glowing text — living script that rearranged itself.
"You became data," the Memory said. "You overwrote your body, but your consciousness remained inside the copier's backup world. This is what lies after reality — the infinite workspace."
He smirked faintly. "So I'm… what, a file?"
"No," she replied softly. "You're a draft that chose to live."
He stared into the swirling void, where words floated like constellations: names, ideas, melodies — all waiting to be printed.
"Then maybe… I can write something new."
💾 The Forgotten Ones
As he wandered through the Margin Layer, Raka found fragments of the people he'd known — echoes of Kael's determination, Kuroak's laughter, Arzathor's fiery pride.
They were stored as memory shadows, replaying loops of old dialogue.
He watched one replay: Kael standing under the Sky Temple's light, saying, "You give the world a second chance."
Raka clenched his fist. "Then it's time to give them one too."
He placed his hand on the void and whispered, "Print."
The text around him rearranged into a glowing doorway. Beyond it, he saw his friends — alive, rebuilding their world, laughing. They couldn't see him, but he smiled anyway.
"Guess I'm still the guy behind the copies."
🖨️ The Echo of Creation
Suddenly, the void trembled. A massive presence stirred — a shape like a titanic copier, rusted and ancient, with cables that stretched into infinity.
"Detected: Unauthorized Rewrite.""User: Raka. Classification: Rogue File."
TING!🔴 [Final Encounter!]The Archivor — Guardian of the Final DraftHP: █████████████████████ (100%)Status: [Deletion Protocol Active]
The being's voice boomed:
"All drafts must end. You were supposed to be deleted."
Raka smirked. "Yeah, well… I've never followed formatting rules."
He tore open his chest — glowing code spilling out like toner ink — and fed his own essence into the void.
"Then I'll write a story you can't erase."
WHUUMMM—!!
Pages erupted from him, filled with the words of every friend, every memory, every creation he'd ever made. The Cosmic Drum's beat, Star Toner's light, and Holy Wrench's rhythm merged into one brilliant symphony.
The Archivor roared as light consumed it — overwritten by Raka's will.
System Log:"Error: Narrative Overwritten by User Emotion.""Archival Sequence Failed.""Story Continues."
🌅 Epilogue — The Blank World
When the light faded, the Margin Layer was gone.In its place was a blank page — vast, endless, waiting.
Raka stood in the middle of it, holding a single pen made of light.
"A world that isn't copied… but created."
He drew a single line. Mountains rose. A second line. Oceans shimmered. A third — and a small paper glider drifted through a newborn sky.
Somewhere, faint laughter echoed — Kael's, Kuroak's, Arzathor's.
Raka smiled. "Let's call this… Version 1."
He turned the pen toward the horizon, where the sun had yet to be printed.
TING!✨ [Quest Accepted!]Title:Genesis ProtocolObjective: Create the first original world.Status: [In Progress]
And with a quiet hum —
WHUUMMM—!!
The page filled with color.
🌟 [End of Chapter 7: The Page Beyond Reality] 🌟