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Chapter 238: Where No Memory Reaches

Author: Anala
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-22 11:43:39

There were no footsteps in the dark, no echoes of her movement. Sariah wasn’t walking. She wasn’t even standing. The place she was in—if it could be called that—had no shape. No ceiling to reach for, no floor to brace against. Just the endless thrum of a consciousness that had no name and no history, pressing softly at the edges of her awareness like a tide testing the shore.

Her first instinct was to build a structure. She felt her mind grasping for anchors—light, direction, memory—but nothing formed. When she tried to think in words, they dissolved before taking shape. It was like speaking under deep water: no sound, only sensation.

Then came the presence.

It didn’t appear. It didn’t emerge. It simply was. All around her, inside her, not bound to any point of origin. It was vast, not terrifying in its scale, but humbling in the same way that standing at the edge of the ocean at midnight humbles you. It did not introduce itself. It did not demand obeisance. It waited. She understood,
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