EDITION 9 — "THE DOOR OF MEMORIES"
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Everything became white.
No sound.
No light.
No time.
The Reader slowly opened their eyes.
The Council Hall was gone.
The Writer was gone.
The Versions were gone.
Only one thing remained.
The giant door.
The Door of Memories.
Covered in chains.
Covered in names.
Covered in forgotten moments.
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A single voice echoed.
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Unknown Version
"You came back."
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The Forgotten Version stood before the door.
His shadow stretched endlessly across the empty world.
His countless eyes had disappeared.
Now he looked almost human.
Almost.
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Reader
"What is this place?"
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Forgotten Version
"This is where forgotten memories go."
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The chains rattled.
The door trembled.
Whispers emerged.
Thousands.
Millions.
Every whisper belonged to a memory.
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Laughter.
Crying.
Arguments.
Loneliness.
Fear.
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The Reader recognized some voices.
The Author.
TOBI.
The Writer.
Nemesis.
Even the younger Author.
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Forgotten Version
"The Author buried them."
"The Writer locked them away."
"I guarded them."
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Suddenly the Writer appeared.
Out of breath.
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Writer
"Reader!"
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He looked at the door.
His face became pale.
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Writer
"It cannot open."
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The Forgotten Version remained silent.
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Forgotten Version
"It already has."
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The first chain broke.
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CLANG
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Suddenly the world changed.
The Reader stood in a classroom.
The young Author sat alone.
Everyone ignored him.
The memory felt real.
The Reader could hear every sound.
Every heartbeat.
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The Writer spoke quietly.
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Writer
"The Door doesn't show memories."
"It makes you live them."
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Another chain broke.
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CLANG
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The lake appeared.
The younger Author sat beside TOBI.
The wind blew.
The water reflected the moon.
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TOBI
"Promise me."
"You'll keep moving forward."
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The scene shattered.
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Another chain broke.
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The Author cried alone.
No friends.
No voices.
No hope.
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Nemesis appeared beside the Reader.
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Nemesis
"This is where I was born."
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The Reader finally understood.
Nemesis was not created by evil.
He was created by pain.
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Another chain shattered.
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The entire universe trembled.
The sky cracked.
The memories began escaping.
Millions of them.
Every forgotten fear.
Every hidden sadness.
Every suppressed emotion.
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Barbaric Author arrived.
Futuristic Author.
Redeemed Author.
All versions gathered.
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Futuristic Author
"The memories are becoming real."
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Redeemed Author
"If they escape, they'll consume the entire imagination world."
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The Writer looked toward the Forgotten Version.
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Writer
"What do we do?"
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The Forgotten Version looked at the giant door.
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Forgotten Version
"He must remember."
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The Reader looked confused.
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Reader
"Who?"
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The Forgotten Version slowly pointed upward.
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Far above the door.
Far beyond the memories.
A sleeping figure floated.
The Author.
The real Author.
Sleeping.
Dreaming.
Completely unaware.
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Forgotten Version
"He forgot himself."
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The Writer's eyes widened.
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Writer
"All these years..."
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Forgotten Version
"He ran from his pain."
"He ran from his fears."
"He buried them."
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Nemesis stepped forward.
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Nemesis
"And I carried them."
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The Writer stepped beside him.
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Writer
"And I hid them."
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The Forgotten Version.
Nemesis.
The Writer.
Three parts of the same person.
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Pain.
Hope.
Memory.
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The giant door suddenly began opening.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
Something moved inside.
Not a monster.
Not darkness.
A child.
The younger Author.
The same child from Edition 1.
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He looked frightened.
Alone.
Lost.
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The Reader walked toward him.
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Young Author
"Why did everyone leave?"
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Nobody answered.
Even the Writer remained silent.
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The Forgotten Version finally knelt beside him.
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Forgotten Version
"We never left."
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The child looked at him.
Tears filled his eyes.
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The giant door stopped moving.
The chains stopped breaking.
The memories became calm.
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For the first time.
The Forgotten Version smiled.
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Forgotten Version
"He remembered."
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The Reader looked toward the sky.
The sleeping Author slowly opened his eyes.
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Far away.
Very far away.
A familiar voice echoed.
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TOBI
"Good."
"You're finally waking up."
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Everything became white once again.
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END OF EDITION 9
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NEXT EDITION
EDITION 10 — "THE DREAMER"
"Sometimes the person we spend our whole lives searching for is the person we used to be."