Memory Orbs Inside Out Novels & Stories

** ORCH The world comes back to me in pieces. First, I have the sensation of something warm and wet running down the middle of my face, crawling along the side of my nose. Then I notice a strange musical hum unlike anything I've heard before. And strangest of all, the nice, nostalgic feeling of gently rocking back and forth. In my semiconsciousness, an image comes to mind of being small again, riding the swings in the dirty little playground in the orphanage's cramped courtyard.

Elora said even though she knew he wouldn't care for such an apology as she was not the one who hurt him. " So...how did your figure out what exactly stopped you from reading his mind?" She asked, running her hands through his wet hair with was now in lose curls. She sometimes wished he would let the curls be instead of straightening them out like he always does. " I know that they insert things inside my body," he said before he got up and brought a small jar that contained small, slithery things inside. But what surprised her was that the jar wasn't ordinary looking. It looked blue and it glowed on its own.

The orb pulsed violently, and the entire citadel trembled. Edward grabbed my shoulders. “If you do this, you might not come back.” “I know.” He shook his head fiercely. “Then don’t—” But I was already moving. I reached for the orb. The instant my fingers touched it, the world ignited. Light swallowed everything. My heart beat once—twice—and then the bridge screamed through me, tearing every boundary apart. I saw all the worlds at once—the living, the void, the shadows, the light. Every soul that ever existed flickered through my mind like sparks in a storm.

The Oort Archive was not a building; it was a Cathedral of Data carved into a moon-sized sphere of black diamond and ancient ice. Inside, the "Time-Audit" had created a perfect, frozen simulation of the Port Trinity cottage, a fragile bubble of emerald light suspended in a sea of violet shadows.

They were being pulled from my mind like threads from a tapestry. "Remember," I whispered to Lina, pouring every fading memory, every shred of love into the words. "Remember the sun. Remember your father's laugh. Remember…" The hangar bay dissolved around us into a grey static. The eraser reached for us. And then, the world turned inside out. A light, not golden, not white, but the colour of raw creation, erupted from the heart of the Ouroboros. The temporal drive, awakened by Jeff's desperate command, engaged not with a roar, but with a silent, fundamental shift.

“A hooded figure. Others were there too with robes… black as night. Chanting. They were controlling the ritual. And Zeke didn’t stop them. He just watched.” I stepped back. One foot. Then another. “No…” I shook my head slowly. “No, that—maybe it wasn’t real. Or maybe it was something symbolic. Not a memory, but a warning—” “Elora.” His voice was quiet but heavy. “I've read about orbs like this in books. The orb is not a prophet. It doesn’t imagine. It just remembers.” I stared at him. The words hung in the air like a noose.

Last time, then we're out of this creepy place. Ocean was alone again. She felt again that someone was watching her. She looked around and to her surprise, she actually saw something, actually someone. She focused on the element she saw. She saw two shining green orbs, sparkling like two stars in the dark forest. She felt the world around her started to turn dark. Slowly, everything vanished. The only thing she could see were those beautiful eyes. She opened the car and got out. She stood at her place for a minute, then she started to move in the direction of those eyes she saw. Her brain completely shut down and her legs were obeying those eyes. Slowly she walked towards the forest and in t

On the next was a small figurine of a girl, her arms forming an ‘o’ above her head as she was forever frozen in a pirouette. On another was an orb the size of a softball, smaller than the one at castle mist. The inside of this orb was smoky, white tendrils twisting and curling within the dark surface of the glass. The magic that seemed to radiate from it in near-undetectable waves was different from the others. Shapes churned within the smoke, forming rapidly before breaking apart. There was a tug in my gut, the urge to see what those shapes were had me leaning in. “Rachel, do not touch the orb.”

I thought they were four a while ago. Wait… wait, was that Archmaster Leonard? And he was with a woman at his age, maybe, and a young girl beside him holding a red spirit orb. I don't know what's that thing in her hand so I just referred to it as a spirit orb. Oh wait, there’s a Cancer sign inside the orb. That child— was it me? These images might be connected to my past. I need to watch this closely. Suddenly, my interest to know these people and why were they fighting around got intensified.

Ban: Sister Melinda could you explain the situation? ( Melinda:I'm pretty sure that this orb was a new one. It was not defective after inspection too) Melinda: Ban please accompany me for a bit. (Ban: please?) She took me to a bigger room and in the middle of it was an orb bigger and seemed more quality finer if I had to explain. Melinda. Please do the same thing as I told you too. I went near the orb and the moment I touched it. No color came out but the orb still exploded.