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Episode 103
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BOUGHT BY CRUELEST ALPHA Episode 107
They’ve been silent so long. A quiet, festering knot in the foundation. But they haven’t been idle. They’ve been listening. Absorbing. The Cage’s dissonant symphony. The whispers from the Scar, the echoes of lost memories and stolen histories. All that pain, all that beauty, all that chaos… it’s been food for them. And now… now they’re singing.It’s not a loud song. It doesn’t need to be. It’s perfect. A melody of pure, undilutedregret. Every note is a choice unmade, a word unsaid, a wound inflicted. It’s the sound of Arthur’s ambition curdling into betrayal. It’s the sound of Kieran’s love twisting into sacrifice. It’s the sound of my own failures, my own dissolution, reflected back at me with heartbreaking clarity.The song doesn’t hit the walls. It seeps through them. It unstitches the bonds holding this place together not with force, but with sorrow. The silver threads of my scars, the very weave of the Cage, begin toloosen. They don’t break; they weep. A slow, psychic unraveling
BOUGHT BY CRUELEST ALPHA Episode 106
They cut away everything that wasn’t pure, ruthless logic. Fear, love, art, doubt… all discarded as inefficient variables. What was left… they merged. A single consciousness. A being of pure, chilling purpose: survive. At any cost.And it was efficient. Gods, it was efficient.It didn’t conquer worlds. It absorbed them. Its ships were like scalpels, dissecting defenses, extracting every joule of energy, every gram of matter, every useful bit of data from a species, then moving on. A cosmic predator with the cold, analytical hunger of a virus. It saw life not as something to preserve, but as fuel for its own continued, logical existence.It saw the Cage. It saw the Warden. It didn't see a guardian. It didn't see a prison. It saw an anomaly. A massive, uncontrolled energy source tangled up with irrational, chaotic variables. A flaw in the universe’s equation. A threat to its own perfect, survival-driven logic. It didn't attack with hatred. It began a systematic analysis. Probing the Cag
BOUGHT BY CRUELEST ALPHA Episode 105
It doesn’t think. It feels. It senses order the way a plant senses the sun. And it moves towards it, not with rage, but with a terrifying, natural inevitability. A galaxy on the outer rim, where a species had finally achieved perfect societal harmony, predictable and stable. The Gardener’s thorned fingers, extensions of its will woven through the fabric of the Cage, brushed against it.The harmony didn’t shatter. It… overgrew. Cities were swallowed by sudden, violent forests of crystal and razor-vine. Thought-patterns were disrupted by psychic pollen that induced glorious, destructive randomness. The species didn’t die. They were liberated from order. Driven mad. Reduced to base, chaotic instincts. The Gardener moved on. Satisfied. A gardener deadheading a rose.The Warden feels every cut. Each one is a tremor through the threads of my scars. They try to reason. A futile effort. Their voice, usually a decree of cosmic law, is met with a language of metaphor and sensation. They project
BOUGHT BY CRUELEST ALPHA Episode 104
First, it finds a passing Council scout ship. The hum aligns with the frequency of its engine’s quantum core. The engine doesn’t explode. Itunspools Metal filaments unwind into shimmering dust. Energy conduits dissolve into harmless light. The ship becomes a cloud of atomic mist, its crew reduced to their base chemical components, thought and memory dissolved before they can even scream.Then, a nearby nebula. The Note’s song shifts, finds the harmonic frequency of the delicate gravitational ballet holding the stellar nursery together. The nebula doesn’t collapse. It…disassembles Stars drift apart, cold and lonely. Gas clouds scatter into meaningless noise. A beautiful, complex ecosystem of birth, undone in a moment of perfect pitch.The Warden feels it. Their form, a tapestry of woven starlight and cosmic law, is the most complex structure of all. The Note’s songfinds them. It doesn’t hurt. It…unmakes A subtle dissonance vibrates through their being. A thread of their cloak unravels,
BOUGHT BY CRUELEST ALPHA Episode 103
The first true Scar isn't a mark on reality. It’s a hole in it. A wound where the fabric of everything is thinnest, where the Jailbreak law hums its constant, seductive promise. It doesn’t bleed void. It doesn’t radiate chaos. It… sucks.Not matter. Not energy. Context.History. Memory. Meaning.I feel its hunger. A deep, psychic vacuum. A desperate, wordless need to understand what it is, why it is. It’s a question made of absence, and it demands an answer, pulling the answers from everything around it.The Warden feels it too. Their eternal vigilance, once focused outward, turns inward, toward this new, terrifying consequence of their own making. Their starlight form, usually so still, is tense. A low hum of alarm vibrates through the silver threads that were my scars. They watch, and I feel the dawning horror in their silence. This wasn't the plan. The Scar wasn't supposed to be… alive with hunger.Civilizations border the nascent Scar. The Yulani, a species of crystalline philosop
BOUGHT BY CRUELEST ALPHA Episode 102
The Cage. The foundation. The law made manifest. All things that are contained, eventually break free.It’s not malice. It’s physics. Like gravity. Like entropy. A sigh in the fabric of reality. And it’s leaking.Not the big things. Not yet. The Unraveler’s core remains, a knot of frozen fury bound in my scar-threads. The Wild Gardener’s heart still beats, a contained riot of thorns. But concepts… loose, sharp concepts… they slip through the bars. A whisper of perfect silence from the Unraveler’s edges seeps into a nebula, and stars there simply… stop singing. A shard of the Gardener’s anarchic beauty infects a water-world, and the oceans rise in impossible, glorious spirals that drown continents in fractal patterns.The Warden feels it. A constant, grinding pressure. A war not of battles, but of metaphysical attrition. Every moment is spent reinforcing, patching, containing the endless, gentle seepage of this new universal constant. They are eternal. And eternally tired. I feel their
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