When the dream ends, what remains?
Not silence.
Not peace.
But fragments— echoes of decisions, broken memories that never truly faded, and code that refuses to be erased.
The world has restarted, but it is far from whole.
Threads of forgotten truths stitch together a reality that should not exist. Jay awakens with knowledge too vast to hold. Alicia hears whispers from a power she does not remember touching. Rei walks a path laid by a version of himself that may never have existed.
And somewhere, between the ticking of a fake sun and the breath of still air, the Observer… waits.
This is not a second chance.
It is the consequence of survival.
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The sunlight filtering through the crystalline dome of the academy felt… artificial. Not in the architectural sense—it was beautiful, refracted like real sunlight across the gold-leaf mosaic floor—but in the way Alicia Renvale felt her body react. Her hands, usually steady, now tingled. As if something was off.
