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Episode 87
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The Last Archive. It isn’t a place. It’s a being. Huddled in the lee of a dying nebula, a vast, amorphous shape woven from light that’s more ache than illumination. Compressed history. The sum total of every breath, every scream, every quiet dawn before the forgetting. It pulses weakly. Dying. The Unraveler’s shadow stains the edges of its form, sucking at the fading light. Hunting. Of course it is."Lily," Eira whispers, her voice thin, strained. She holds my good hand, the one not stone, her small fingers icy. "It hurts. It remembers… everything. All the hurt. All the gone." Her eyes are wide pools reflecting the Archive’s dying light, shimmering with unshed tears. She feels it. The collective trauma of existence. A billion billion sorrows echoing in one fragile mind.The Council comm crackles. Vultures circling. "Asset Lily. Preliminary scans confirm the entity’s composition. Pure chroniton-psychic residue. Incalculable strategic value. Secure it. Immediate extraction protocols aut
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Creatures of starlight and shadow flit through the impossible canopy – beautiful, alien, hungry.And their hunger… it finds me. The anchor. The source. The weak point.A tendril, soft as velvet moonlight, wraps around my wrist. Gentle. Insidious. It doesn’t squeeze. It siphons. A cold pull, deep in my gut, like roots draining marrow. My breath hitches. A wave of dizziness washes over me, leaving my legs trembling jelly. The vibrant green of a nearby leaf seems to dim slightly. Fed. By me."Stop…" The word rasps out, weak. The tendril pulses faintly, a contented thrum against my too-sensitive skin. It doesn’t stop. Another vine brushes my ankle. Another cold pull. My vision swims. Colors bleed at the edges. I feel thinner. Frailer. Like paper held too close to a flame. Eira stands amidst the burgeoning chaos, small face tight with concentration. Her eyes, wide and ancient, track the movements of a predator-bloom unfurling razor-sharp petals near a cluster of Eos’s smaller children. Sh
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A wet, visceral ripping sensation deep in the bones of the ship, deep in the bones of me. Reality screamed without making a noise. And what bled out… gods. Primordial Blood. The name slammed into my head, unbidden, tasting of iron and ozone and something impossibly ancient. Wrong. Not void, not silence. The opposite. Chaos given form. Raw, screaming proto-matter bleeding from the wound the Unraveler left behind.It oozed. A slick, iridescent black-purple sludge crawling over the bulkhead near the main viewport. Not liquid, not solid. Alive and hungry. Where it touched the polished metal, the surface bloomed. Not flowers. Nightmares. Jagged crystals, spiked and weeping the same vile sludge, erupted. Organic circuitry writhed like maggots. The air above it shimmered, warping light into nausea. Corruption. Pure, undiluted. Eating the is and replacing it with wasn't meant to be.My scars… they scream. Not the familiar cold burn of void-bleed. This is different. Hotter. Sharper. Like broke
BOUGHT BY CRUELEST ALPHA Episode 88
The Child knows. That thought scrapes across my mind. Raw. I turn, muscles screaming against the unnatural stillness. Little Eira huddles against the bulkhead, knees drawn up, face buried. Her small body trembles. Not crying. Too scared for tears. Her eyes… gods, her eyes are wide open, staring at nothing, seeing everything that’s being eaten. She feels it. The Unraveler. That’s the name that bloomed in her terrified mind, whispered into mine like frostbite. A thing that doesn’t hunt flesh. Hunts is. Hunts reality. Chewing through the fabric of everything like old cloth. It’s not out there. It is the silence. The absence. And it’s spreading. Galactic cluster by cluster. Gone.Panic claws up my throat, metallic and sour. Think. Lily, think. But the silence presses down, smothering thought. It leaches warmth, leaches hope. My hands shake, useless. Anchor points. Need something real. Something solid in this dissolving hell. My gaze snags on the faint, silvery traceries crisscrossing my a
BOUGHT BY CRUELEST ALPHA Episode 87
"Lily." The Child’s voice cracks. They hover beside Eos, a hand resting on the trembling shell. Starlight bleeds from their eyes, mirroring Eos’s distress. "They’re coming. Too soon. The strain… it’s fracturing adjacent dimensional membranes. Sector Gamma-7 just… folded."I feel it. Not the folding. The pull. Deep in the lattice of scars that was my null-energy garden. Now… quieter. Duller. The blooms have receded, leaving intricate, dark traceries across my skin, like tattoos of spent power. The energy that remains is a shallow well. I’m down to the dregs."Beginning and End," Eos whimpers, their voice distorted, layered with the screams of stressed spacetime. "Twinned. Inextricable. Their birth cry… it could be a detonation." A schematic flickers above their core – two radiant knots of pure potential, bound together in a cosmic embrace, straining against Eos’s internal structure. Reality warps like cheap plastic around the projection.The Child turns desperate eyes on me. "The Garde
BOUGHT BY CRUELEST ALPHA Episode 86
"Seventeen cycles," I echo. My voice sounds flat. Dead. "Time enough.""Time for what ?" The Child whirls, starlight flaring from their eyes, scorching the deck. "To say goodbye? To tend your flowers ?" The scorn is a physical blow. "We fight! We always fight!"I touch an aster petal. Soft. Fragile. Real. "Fight what, Child? The end of physics? The last tick of the clock?" I turn to them. See the desperation warping their usually composed features. The raw, human terror beneath the cosmic power. "Some things… you just run out of time for."Eos whimpers. The Child slams a fist against the bulkhead. The metal groans, buckles. "NO! We find a way! We bend the rules! We break the damn universe if we have to!" Their light pulses erratically. Dangerous. Uncontrolled. The sheer, futile defiance of it cracks the numbness in my chest. A sharp pang. Not fear for myself. For them . Lost in the storm.I reach out. Not with power. Just my scarred hand. Towards their light. "Child. Please. Do
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