Don’t remember what happened, but something has happened We don’t remember who we are, and my body tells me that everything dissolved and went blank It happened like, A hundred years ago, probably

But my mind if i even have one, tells me it was a mere 10 days ago, that

I remember it vividly, and it’s slowly fading away — the memories

We aren’t who we were before — our names, our appearance, our personality — it’s all so fumbled, muffled even

The door opens

Creatia says, Bro, you’ve been zoning out for like a hot minute, you ok?

I continue writing She—well, she is my sister and, well, that’s it Annoys me all the damn tim—

She stops me mid-writing, grabs my book,

and runs for—

Last to get to the Gamble Tower is a pile of shitty junk!

she says

Can you be more formal? People are readi—

I cut myself off, monologuing as I run to the tower, catching up to her

It' s happening again I keep saying that kinda stuff now and then, and it’s annoying Like, damn plot, man

There I go again

I trip and fall at the gate

Yay! I won! she says

Without using powers to cheat, she monologues

Fate comes up to me

Having a hard time staying upright, are we? he says, arrogantly fancy as always

He gives me a hand

I stand up and sit on a chair inside the room

It’s a grand hall The tower seems as if it’s... well, infinitely towering to the very much nonexistent sky

Fate starts talking in the background

So basically you’re gonna... he says, but I zone out for a second

And if you don’t have— he’s saying something, but I just stop hearing

Oh no

It’s happeni—

I see a black void, just like the place we’re in

I can see it so unclearly

Both of us are there, conscious

A dainty figure — hair as black as a hungry abyss that has been waiting for eternity She’s wearing someth—

She cuts me off, her angelic voice now whispering something familiar yet again

Like I’ve heard it a thousand times already

She looks like a pool of ink taken shape in human—no, a form of something, colors I can’t see

Eyes that outshine reality And then existence snaps—

A MEMORY, WHAT IS IT?

She talks to herself

CAN YOU CHANGE IT?

IS IT BREAKABLE?

CAN YOU... DESTROY IT?

BOTH OF YOU WILL MEET A FATE TOO HORRID TO BE IMAGINABLE

LIKE I HAVE, BUT THIS WORLD WILL BE SAVED... SORT OF

She chuckles

I SAY THIS WITH THE LAST OF ME, OR WHAT’S LEFT OF—

DON’T WALK HIS PATH OR MINE

THERE IS ANOTHER WAY

FROM HERE ON NOW, THERE SHALL ALWAYS BE—

Her tone shifts from cryptid to slightly funny? Then back to serious

The black void seeps into our bodies It feels like transcendence but constant

NOW FORGET ME, BOTH OF YO—

Bro! Bro, you like totally skipped Fate’s long ah, lecture ‘bout that—what was it again?

She questions herself

A scroll, a deity to fear, and a god turned to dust in greed

It’s like I’m quoting someone who’s no mor—

Bro, can you like stop? You in the moment, even?

I stare at her

The hell’s with that look? she asks me

He takes the journal from me and clutches that thing

and just walks out, Rude

Fate asks me,

So he’s

I continue his sentence

Yep, like that

He’s been just writing in that journal he found at that ideosphere place thingy Mysterious — reminds me of someone special, Fate says

I talk, frustrated

Both you guys can’t go a minute without being cryptic as fuck, can you?

Fate shrugs

meanwhile

I walk past the tower,

then Doodleville,

and at the edge — a door A single doorframe

I open it I walk up Then I open anothe

In my room

I lie in my bed and look at the ceiling

I’ve got enough screen time, huh... Or text time, if you wanna

This isn’t an abyss

Not a warning

Not even history

This is IN THEIR MINDS

And I’ve already lost mine