The Earth is on the brink of collapse,but the cause is unlike any apocalypse the world has ever seen. Instead of a natural disaster, it is the slow unraveling of time itself. People wake up every day only to realize that certain things from their past have vanished, and they can't remember them. It’s as if the fabric of reality is fraying, and memories are slipping away one by one, as though they never happened at all. As this phenomenon escalates, an eerie silence falls over the world as people begin to lose their identities. Those who are left unaffected must race against time to find the cause and prevent the complete erasure of humanity.

The protagonist, Elara, is one of the few who are immune to the loss of memories. Haunted by fragments of her past, she embarks on a desperate journey to uncover the truth behind the apocalypse. Along the way, she meets a group of survivors—each with their own secrets, struggles, and a fear that they may one day forget who they are.

The key to saving humanity lies in a mysterious artifact, one that seems to be tied to the beginning of the timeline’s unraveling. But with each passing day, Elara’s memory begins to crack, too, and she begins to question if her quest is just a final, futile attempt to save herself before she forgets everything.

The story weaves themes of identity, memory, and the fleeting nature of human existence, all while maintaining a tense, action-packed pace. As the world grows more unrecognizable, Elara and her group must face the ultimate question: What happens when the last memories of the world vanish

It ripped through her mind like claws, peeling back layers she hadn't known were there—memories buried so deep, they screamed when touched.


She was standing in a throne room of obsidian and fire. Wind howled through shattered windows, and the sky beyond was a bleeding red. She stood at the center—robed in black, a crown of stars spinning above her head.


Below her, the man in black kneeled. Not as a master.


"You were supposed to save us," a voice whimpered.


Elara turned. A child clung to the leg of a broken statue—a girl with pale eyes and a torn dress.


A beam of light—no, energy—burst from her palm. The girl turned to dust.


And the worst part—she had felt nothing.


The present came crashing back. Elara stumbled away from the door, retching. Her hands trembled violently, stained with memory. Her pulse raced.


"I killed her," she whispered. "I… I was a monster."


Axel's voice came through again, faint but desperate. "Elara? You're off the grid. Your vitals just spiked—what the hell is going on?!"


"I saw who I was," she whispered. "I remembered. Not all of it. But enough."


Then Axel said, cautiously, "And… who were you?"


She looked at her reflection in the smooth floor. "I was the architect of the unraveling. I started it. I destroyed timelines. I didn't just open the rift... I became it."


The man in black stepped forward, unfazed by her horror. "Now you see. You weren't chosen, Elara. You chose yourself—again and again—across every iteration. You were always reaching. Always trying to rewrite fate. But every time, you broke something new."


Her fists clenched. "Then why bring me back? Why not let me forget?"


He smiled faintly. "Because the unraveling is accelerating. Reality is collapsing—and you are the only one who can either stitch it back together… or let it finally die."


Elara's voice shook. "And what do you want?"


His eyes—black with galaxies swirling inside—locked on hers.


"I want to see if this time… you choose differently."


And behind him, the world began to shatter.


Cracks ripped across the atrium, light bleeding through like veins in glass. The man vanished in a blink, leaving her alone as time fractured around her.


"Elara—GET OUT OF THERE! The system's collapsing!"


Because somewhere deep inside, past the horror and guilt, something had awakened.


And she realized: the unraveling didn't just begin with her.


Chapter 9 - Chapter 9: The Door That Remembers