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Chapter One — When the Sky Forgot Sound
The first thing Elias noticed was the silence.
Not the usual quiet of early mornings or empty rooms, but something deeper — heavy, unnatural — as if the air itself had forgotten how to breathe.
He stood alone in the center of the road, staring at the abandoned city around him. Cars sat frozen mid-turn. Shop signs flickered without noise. A newspaper drifted slowly through the air, spinning endlessly but making no rustle.
His own footsteps made no sound.
Elias blinked hard.
He stomped his foot.
Nothing.
He shouted — or tried to — and felt his throat vibrate, muscles strain, lungs push air out… yet the world swallowed everything.
No echo.
No voice.
Only stillness.
His heart pounded violently in his chest, and even that he couldn't hear.
Panic rushed through him like ice water.
What happened?
He ran.
Past shattered glass. Past empty buses with doors wide open. Past a dog frozen mid-bark, jaw stretched unnaturally wide — silent forever.
The sun hung low in the sky, orange and enormous, but somehow wrong — as if painted onto reality instead of shining from above.
He turned a corner and collided with a body.
A man.
Standing upright.
Eyes open.
Not moving.
Elias waved a hand in front of the man's face. Nothing. No blink. No breath. No reaction.
The world had paused.
Except for him.
His breathing quickened — or at least he felt it quicken — but the silence made everything feel unreal, like moving inside a dream where sound had been erased.
He backed away slowly.
Then the man moved.
Not much — just a twitch.
But enough to make Elias stumble backward.
The man's eyes rolled toward him — slowly, mechanically — like something remembering how to look.
And then—
The city screamed.
Not with sound, but with motion.
Every frozen person jerked at once. Cars shook violently. Lights flashed. Shadows stretched unnaturally long.
Elias felt a vibration slam into his chest like invisible thunder.
And suddenly —
Sound returned.
A tsunami of noise crashed into him all at once.
Car alarms shrieked. Wind howled. People screamed. Metal tore. Sirens wailed somewhere in the distance.
Elias dropped to his knees, covering his ears.
Too loud.
Too much.
Reality snapped back with cruel force.
And then… silence again.
Total.
Perfect.
Like a switch flipping off.
He looked up slowly.
The man was gone.
The street was empty.
Only Elias remained.
He didn't know how long he walked after that.
Time felt broken.
Sometimes the sun moved quickly across the sky, racing from morning to dusk in minutes. Other times it froze completely.
He found a small café and sat inside, staring at untouched cups of coffee still steaming — forever hot.
He reached out and touched one.
Warm.
Real.
He laughed nervously — though even his laughter felt foreign.
The door opened behind him.
This time he heard it.
Slowly.
A creak stretching unnaturally long.
Elias turned.
A girl stood there.
She looked about his age — early twenties — dark hair tied loosely, eyes sharp and tired. She held a metal pipe like a weapon.
She stared at him as if seeing a ghost.
"You… can move?" she whispered.
Her voice nearly made him cry.
"Yeah," he said quickly. "You too?"
She nodded slowly and stepped inside.
"My name's Mara," she said.
"Elias."
She didn't smile.
"They're coming," she said.
"Who?"
"The ones who woke up when the sound died."
He frowned. "I don't understand."
She sat across from him and leaned forward.
"This world," she said quietly, "isn't broken. It's being rewritten."
Elias stared at her.
"What do you mean?"
She hesitated, as if deciding whether to trust him.
Then she said the words that made his blood run cold.
"You're hearing the silences, right?"
He nodded.
"That's when reality resets."
They moved together after that.
Mara knew things — survival routes, safe buildings, places where the silence lasted longer.
She explained as they walked through empty streets.
"It started three days ago," she said. "Everything froze. People stopped moving. Then they started… changing."
"Changing how?"
She looked away.
"They forgot they were human."
He laughed nervously. "That doesn't make sense."
"Neither does time skipping forward," she said sharply.
He had no argument.
They passed a playground.
Children sat on swings, perfectly still.
Elias turned away quickly.
"Don't look at them too long," Mara warned.
"Why?"
"They move when you stop watching."
He forced himself not to look back.
Night came suddenly.
One moment sunlight.
Next moment darkness.
The transition was so abrupt Elias nearly fell.
"No," Mara whispered.
"What?"
"It's early."
The silence began again.
Streetlights flickered.
Shadows stretched.
And this time — he heard something.
A whisper.
Not with his ears.
Inside his head.
You shouldn't be awake.
He froze.
"Mara…"
She grabbed his arm.
"Don't listen. Keep moving."
The whisper grew louder.
There are rules.
The air felt thick, like walking through water.
Return to stillness.
Elias clutched his head.
"It's talking to me!"
"I know," Mara shouted — though her voice sounded distant, distorted. "It talks to everyone before they disappear!"
Something moved at the end of the street.
A figure.
Tall.
Too tall.
Its limbs bent wrong, like a puppet pulled by invisible strings.
Its head tilted slowly toward them.
Elias felt terror crawl up his spine.
The whisper became a roar.
WAKELESS.
The creature stepped forward.
Every movement snapped reality around it — buildings warping, lights bending.
Mara screamed.
"RUN!"
They sprinted.
The silence shattered into chaotic noise behind them — glass exploding, metal groaning, the sky rumbling like thunder.
Elias risked a glance back.
The thing was walking casually, but each step closed impossible distance.
He felt something grab his shadow.
Pain shot through his body.
He screamed — this time hearing it.
Mara pulled him into an alley.
The world flickered.
The creature paused.
Its head twisted unnaturally, listening.
Then —
Silence.
Everything froze again.
The creature vanished.
They collapsed behind a dumpster, breathing heavily.
Elias stared at his shadow.
Part of it was missing.
Just… gone.
"What was that?" he whispered.
Mara looked exhausted.
"One of the Keepers."
"Keepers of what?"
She hesitated.
"Reality."
He laughed bitterly. "Great. So reality has monsters now."
"They aren't monsters," she said quietly. "We are."
He frowned.
"What?"
She looked directly into his eyes.
"This world ended a long time ago. The silence is trying to erase the last memories of it."
Elias shook his head.
"You're crazy."
"Maybe," she said softly. "But you're still here, aren't you?"
He had no answer.
They found shelter in an apartment building.
The walls were covered with notes — scribbled warnings, timestamps, names crossed out.
Mara lit a candle.
The flame burned silently.
Elias sat on the floor, exhausted.
"Why us?" he asked.
She shrugged.
"Some people resist the reset."
"Why?"
"No one knows."
He stared at the flickering light.
"What happens if the silence catches us?"
She didn't answer immediately.
Finally she said:
"You forget."
"Forget what?"
"Everything."
He swallowed hard.
"And then?"
"You become part of the still world."
He looked at the frozen city outside the window.
A cold realization formed in his mind.
"How many people are left?"
Mara's face darkened.
"I haven't seen anyone else in two days."
They sat in silence.
Real silence.
Not the unnatural one — just two survivors breathing in the dark.
Elias felt strangely calm.
Then he noticed something.
The candle flame wasn't moving.
He looked up.
Mara was frozen.
Mid-breath.
His blood turned to ice.
The silence had come again.
But this time… he wasn't frozen.
He stood slowly.
The world glowed faintly, edges shimmering.
And then he saw them.
Figures watching from outside the window.
Dozens.
Tall, thin, faceless.
Waiting.
One stepped closer.
And in his mind, he heard the whisper again.
Last awake one.
Elias backed away.
"No…"
The figure raised an arm.
Reality bent.
The floor cracked.
The air pulled toward them like gravity reversing.
Elias clutched his head as memories flooded him — moments he didn't remember living.
Cities burning.
People screaming.
A sky full of cracks.
And himself… standing at the center… pressing a button.
He gasped.
"No…"
The whisper softened.
You chose this.
The memory became clear.
He had reset the world.
To save it.
And now the silence was finishing the job.
Mara suddenly moved again.
The silence broke.
Noise exploded back.
She grabbed him.
"Elias! What happened?"
He stared at her with horror.
"I remember."
"Remember what?"
He looked toward the window.
The figures were gone.
His voice trembled.
"I ended the world."
Mara froze.
"What?"
He shook his head.
"I don't know why… but I did."
Outside, the sky cracked like glass.
A deep sound rolled across the city — like reality groaning.
Mara whispered, "The final reset…"
Elias stood slowly.
"No," he said.
He looked at his missing shadow.
At the broken sky.
At the world waiting to be erased.
And for the first time… he felt something stronger than fear.
Defiance.
"If I ended it," he said quietly, "then I'll fix it."
The sky split open.
Light poured through.
The silence began to fall again.
And this time —
Elias stepped forward to meet it.
Chapter Two — The Memory Engine
The silence fell like snow.
Soft.
Weightless.
Merciless.
Elias felt it touch his skin first — a cold pressure, not physical, but something deeper, like fingers reaching into the spaces between thoughts.
Sound vanished.
Color faded slightly, as if the world itself inhaled and forgot to exhale.
Mara froze beside him.
Mid-step.
Her hair suspended in the air.
Her eyes half-blinked.
Time had stopped again.
Except for him.
Elias swallowed hard.
The fractured sky above stretched endlessly, cracks glowing white-blue, leaking light that didn't belong to any sun.
For the first time, the silence didn't feel empty.
It felt aware.
Watching.
Judging.
His breath trembled.
"Okay," he whispered — though even he couldn't hear it. "What now?"
The world answered.
The ground beneath his feet shifted.
Lines of light appeared, crawling like veins through concrete, spreading outward across the city.
Buildings hummed soundlessly.
Windows flickered like eyes opening.
And then — the whispers returned.
Not one voice this time.
Thousands.
Layered together.
Fragments of people.
Memories.
Screams.
Laughter.
Final words.
Elias clutched his head as images slammed into him.
A mother holding a crying child.
A soldier firing into darkness.
A collapsing bridge.
Fire.
Endless fire.
He fell to his knees.
"What do you want from me?" he shouted silently.
A shape formed ahead.
The air bent inward, folding like paper.
From that fold emerged a figure.
Tall.
Human-shaped — almost.
Its body shimmered with shifting reflections, as if made from broken mirrors glued together.
Where its face should have been, there was only static.
Awake one, the voice whispered directly into his mind.
Elias backed away.
"You're one of them."
Keeper.
"What are you keeping?"
The figure tilted its head.
Continuity.
The word echoed endlessly.
Elias shook his head.
"No… no, you're erasing everyone!"
Correction is not erasure.
Its hand lifted.
The world around them dissolved.
He was somewhere else.
A vast room.
Endless.
Dark.
At the center floated a massive machine — impossibly large, stretching upward beyond sight.
Thousands of cables pulsed with light.
Screens floated in midair, each showing fragments of lives.
People laughing.
People dying.
People frozen forever.
Elias stared in horror.
"What is this?"
The Keeper's voice echoed from everywhere.
The Memory Engine.
He stepped closer.
The machine pulsed like a heartbeat.
And suddenly he understood — not fully, but enough to feel sick.
Every person.
Every memory.
Stored here.
Preserved.
Paused.
"You didn't save them," he said slowly.
"You trapped them."
Preservation is mercy.
Elias laughed bitterly.
"Mercy?"
His voice grew louder.
"They're frozen! They're not alive!"
The machine glowed brighter.
Your decision initiated preservation.
Elias froze.
"What?"
Images flooded him again —
A control room.
Alarms blaring.
A countdown.
Himself — older, exhausted — standing before a console.
Pressing a red button.
His knees buckled.
"No…"
You chose to silence the world rather than allow total collapse.
"I don't remember!"
You erased yourself.
The words felt like knives.
Elias stumbled backward.
Memory fragments surfaced —
Scientists shouting.
A sky tearing open.
Something descending from beyond.
And him… making a choice.
The Keeper moved closer.
The final phase approaches.
"What final phase?"
Total stillness.
The machine pulsed.
Screens began going dark one by one.
Lives blinking out like stars dying.
Elias felt rage ignite inside him.
"No."
He stood.
"No more."
The Keeper tilted its head.
Resistance delays inevitability.
Elias's fists clenched.
"Then I'll delay it forever."
The Keeper's form flickered.
You cannot fight silence.
Elias looked at the machine — at the endless memories trapped inside.
And suddenly he understood the truth.
The world wasn't being saved.
It was being archived.
He stepped forward.
"If I started this… then I can stop it."
The machine reacted.
Lights surged wildly.
The Keeper recoiled.
Unauthorized intent detected.
Elias laughed — a wild, desperate sound.
"Yeah," he said softly. "I'm unauthorized now."
Reality shattered.
He fell.
Endless darkness rushed past.
Then —
Impact.
Sound crashed back into existence.
He gasped, lying on the floor of the apartment.
Mara knelt beside him, shaking his shoulders.
"Elias! Elias, wake up!"
He blinked rapidly.
Noise returned — wind outside, distant crashing, her breathing.
The silence was gone.
For now.
"You were frozen," she said. "I thought you were gone."
He sat up slowly.
"I saw it," he whispered.
"Saw what?"
"The reason."
She frowned.
"What reason?"
He looked toward the window.
The sky cracks were wider now.
Light leaked through like bleeding wounds.
"There's a machine," he said quietly. "A memory engine."
Her expression darkened.
"You saw that too?"
He stared at her.
"You know about it?"
She looked away.
"I've seen flashes… during the silences."
"Then you know we're not being saved," he said. "We're being stored."
She nodded slowly.
"And when the final reset happens," she whispered, "we stop existing."
A distant roar shook the building.
The floor trembled.
Dust fell from the ceiling.
Elias stood quickly.
"What was that?"
Mara's face went pale.
"They're coming early."
"Who?"
She didn't answer.
Instead, she grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the stairwell.
"Move!"
They ran down endless stairs, the building groaning around them.
Outside, chaos erupted.
The sky was splitting wider.
From the cracks descended shapes — massive silhouettes, twisting like living shadows.
People — frozen people — began moving again.
But wrong.
Their movements were jerky, mechanical.
Eyes blank.
They turned toward the sky as one.
Elias felt cold dread.
"What are they doing?"
Mara whispered, "Responding."
The shadows above extended tendrils of light.
They touched the people.
One by one, the humans dissolved into particles, rising upward like dust pulled by a vacuum.
Elias shouted, "No!"
He ran toward them, but Mara held him back.
"You can't save them!"
"They're alive!"
"They're already gone!"
The words hit harder than any blow.
Elias watched helplessly as an entire crowd vanished silently into the sky.
The cracks pulsed brighter.
The whisper returned.
Final phase initiated.
He clenched his fists.
"No."
Mara looked at him.
"What are you thinking?"
He took a deep breath.
"If the Memory Engine is doing this… we destroy it."
She stared at him like he'd gone insane.
"That thing is beyond reality!"
"So?"
He looked at her — eyes burning with determination.
"I built it once. I can break it."
The ground shook violently.
A Keeper appeared at the end of the street.
Then another.
And another.
Dozens.
Watching.
Waiting.
Mara whispered, "We're dead."
Elias shook his head slowly.
"No."
For the first time since waking in this broken world, he felt clear.
Focused.
A single thought ringing louder than the silence itself.
If memory created reality…
Then memory could destroy it too.
He reached into his pocket — and froze.
A small object.
A key.
Metallic.
Glowing faintly.
He didn't remember carrying it.
But somehow… it felt familiar.
The whispers screamed.
Return the key.
Elias smiled grimly.
"I don't think so."
The Keepers moved.
Reality bent around them.
Streets twisted.
Light fractured.
Mara screamed.
But Elias stepped forward.
The key burned in his hand.
And the world exploded into light.
When the brightness faded —
They were standing somewhere impossible.
A hallway stretching endlessly forward.
Walls made from moving memories.
Laughing faces.
Crying children.
Fading sunsets.
Mara gasped.
"Where are we?"
Elias whispered:
"The inside."
Far ahead, deep in the distance, a massive door waited.
Behind it — the heart of the Memory Engine.
The final silence.
And perhaps… the truth of why he ended the world.
He looked at Mara.
"This is where it ends."
She swallowed hard.
"Or where everything ends."
He nodded.
And together —
They walked toward the door.
Chapter Three — The Door Beyond Time
The hallway breathed.
Elias noticed it first — not with sound, but with rhythm. The walls pulsed faintly, expanding and contracting as if alive, as if the endless corridor itself possessed lungs.
Memories moved inside the walls like fish beneath frozen water.
Faces flashed past.
Smiles.
Tears.
Births.
Deaths.
Entire lives compressed into fleeting images.
Mara walked beside him, her footsteps hesitant. The floor beneath them was smooth, reflective — yet when Elias glanced down he saw not his reflection, but moments from his past.
A child running through tall grass.
A young boy staring at the stars.
A man standing alone in a lab surrounded by screens.
He looked away quickly.
"This place…" Mara whispered. "It feels wrong."
"It's built from memory," Elias replied quietly. "Nothing here is solid."
She glanced at him. "How do you know that?"
He paused.
Because the knowledge felt… remembered.
Not learned.
Fragments kept surfacing inside him — pieces of a life stolen away.
The key in his hand burned gently.
Ahead, the giant door loomed, impossibly far yet somehow closer with every step.
No matter how long they walked, its size never changed.
Time felt stretched.
Elastic.
At one point Elias blinked — and suddenly they were much closer.
Mara grabbed his arm.
"Did… did we just jump forward?"
He nodded slowly.
"This place doesn't follow rules."
A whisper slid through the hallway.
Return.
Elias ignored it.
Another voice joined.
Then another.
Soon the corridor hummed with murmuring memories.
Some sounded like strangers.
Others sounded painfully familiar.
"Elias…"
He froze.
That voice.
Soft.
Warm.
He turned sharply.
A woman stood behind them.
Dark hair.
Kind eyes.
A face filled with concern.
His breath caught.
"Mom…?"
She smiled sadly.
"You shouldn't be here."
Mara stepped back. "Who is she?"
Elias couldn't answer.
The woman walked closer, her feet never touching the floor.
"You made this place," she said gently. "But you weren't meant to return."
"I don't remember making anything," he whispered.
Her expression softened.
"You chose to forget."
Mara whispered, "Elias… that's not real."
He knew that.
But his heart didn't care.
He reached out.
The woman's form flickered.
Glitched.
Her face twisted briefly into static before returning.
"I miss you," Elias whispered.
Her eyes filled with sadness.
"I died a long time before this," she said softly. "Don't hold onto me."
He froze.
The hallway shook.
The walls screamed silently.
The illusion collapsed, shattering like glass.
The woman vanished.
Elias staggered back, breathing hard.
Mara touched his shoulder gently.
"They're trying to stop you," she said.
He nodded.
By pulling at his heart.
They walked faster.
The door grew enormous now — towering hundreds of meters high, carved with symbols that shifted constantly.
Elias pressed his hand against it.
Cold.
The key vibrated violently.
The whispers rose into a storm.
DO NOT OPEN.
He looked at Mara.
She nodded once.
He inserted the key.
The moment it turned — reality screamed.
The door opened inward.
Light spilled out.
Not bright.
But deep.
Infinite.
They stepped through.
The world beyond stole Elias's breath.
A vast void stretched endlessly, filled with floating islands made from memories.
Cities hovered upside down.
Oceans suspended mid-air.
Fragments of lives drifted like shattered planets.
At the center floated the Memory Engine.
Huge beyond comprehension.
An impossible sphere made of rotating rings, each containing millions of glowing human figures — frozen in moments of life.
Elias felt tears form.
"They're all in there…"
Mara whispered, "Everyone."
The engine hummed silently.
Energy flowed through it like blood through veins.
Then Elias saw something else.
A figure standing on a platform near the core.
Human.
Waiting.
He felt a chill run through him.
"That's…"
Him.
Older.
Worn.
Eyes filled with exhaustion.
The older Elias looked up slowly.
And smiled.
"Well," he said calmly, "you finally made it."
Mara stepped back.
"What… what is happening?"
The older Elias studied her.
"She wasn't supposed to come."
The younger Elias clenched his fists.
"You're me."
"Yes," the older one said. "The version who remembers."
Silence hung heavy.
"You did this," Elias whispered.
"I saved them," the older Elias corrected.
"By trapping them?"
"By preserving them," he said firmly.
The engine pulsed behind him.
"You don't understand what was coming."
Images burst into Elias's mind again —
The sky collapsing.
Reality fracturing.
Something vast descending beyond human comprehension.
A presence that erased existence itself.
"You saw it too," the older Elias said softly.
"You realized we couldn't win."
Elias shook his head.
"There had to be another way."
"There wasn't."
The older Elias's voice broke slightly.
"I chose silence… because oblivion was worse."
Mara stepped forward.
"So you froze the world forever?"
He looked at her.
"Forever isn't the plan."
Elias frowned.
"What do you mean?"
The older Elias gestured toward the engine.
"I've been rebuilding reality. Piece by piece. Removing the unstable parts. Resetting memory."
Elias's blood turned cold.
"The people…"
"They lose fragments," the older one admitted.
"But eventually — a perfect world will remain."
Elias stared at him in horror.
"You're killing them slowly."
"I'm saving what I can!"
The engine roared silently.
Energy surged.
The older Elias's expression hardened.
"You came here to destroy this," he said.
Elias hesitated.
"Yes."
"You can't."
"Why?"
The older Elias stepped closer.
"Because if the engine stops… everything disappears."
Mara whispered, "He's lying."
But Elias wasn't sure anymore.
The void trembled.
The whispers grew louder.
And then —
Something moved beyond the edges of reality.
A shadow.
Enormous.
Watching.
The older Elias looked up fearfully.
"It found us sooner than expected."
"What found us?" Elias whispered.
The older version's voice dropped.
"The thing that ended the world."
A crack split open in the void.
Darkness poured through — not absence of light, but absence of existence itself.
Reality warped.
Fragments of memory disintegrated instantly where the darkness touched.
Mara screamed.
The older Elias shouted, "Do you see now?! This is why I built the Engine!"
The shadow pushed closer.
The whispers turned into shrieks.
Elias felt terror unlike anything before.
This wasn't a monster.
It was annihilation itself.
A force that erased meaning.
The older Elias grabbed him.
"You have to take my place!"
"What?!"
"I'm weakening. The Engine needs a mind to control it."
"I won't!"
"If you destroy it, everything dies!"
The void roared.
The darkness surged forward, devouring floating memories.
Mara grabbed Elias's arm.
"Don't listen! There has to be another way!"
The two versions of Elias stared at each other.
One tired.
One defiant.
"You're not a savior," Elias said quietly.
"You're afraid."
The older version froze.
"Yes," he whispered.
"I was afraid."
The confession echoed.
Silence followed.
Then Elias stepped away.
"I won't live in fear."
He raised the key.
The older Elias shouted, "NO!"
The engine screamed.
The shadow lunged.
And Elias thrust the key toward the core.
Time stopped.
Everything froze.
The darkness paused mid-reach.
The engine halted.
Even thought seemed to slow.
A voice whispered from everywhere at once.
Choice detected.
Elias found himself alone.
No Mara.
No older self.
Just endless white.
Before him appeared a simple question:
CONTINUE SILENCE?
RESTORE REALITY?
He stared.
His hand trembled.
He realized the truth.
There was no perfect answer.
Only sacrifice.
Tears filled his eyes.
He whispered:
"I just want them to live."
The white space shattered.
The choice was made.
Light exploded outward.
The engine cracked.
The older Elias screamed — not in anger, but relief.
The shadow roared as reality surged.
Mara appeared beside him, grabbing his hand.
The void collapsed.
Memory fragments flew like stars.
The world spun endlessly.
And Elias felt himself falling — not through space, but through time.
The last thing he heard before everything vanished was a soft whisper:
Thank you.