It began with the static. Not the radio kind, but a… resonance. A vibration within the architecture of memory. The buildings themselves, you see, weren't built, they *drifted* into being, fragments of forgotten protocols, echoes of intentions that never fully solidified. The stone remembers, but it doesn’t *understand*.
“The past isn’t a place, it’s a…current.” – Dr. Silas Thorne
Probability is a suggestion, not a law.
I began mapping the gaps. The spaces where things *should* be, but aren't. The absence of a shopkeeper's stall on a street corner, the unsettling blankness where a fountain once stood. These absences aren’t neutral; they’re actively reshaping the environment. They pull at the edges of reality, like taffy being drawn thin.
Every deletion creates a new iteration.
The further you delve, the less you find.
They call themselves the Nullifiers. Not malicious, precisely, but…disinterested. They don’t build, they dismantle. They meticulously erase details, stripping away layers of history until only the raw, fundamental structure remains. As if trying to reduce the universe to its most basic, unstable state. Their methods involve not force, but… a gentle persuasion. A suggestion to the self-assembling chaos.
The universe is fundamentally bored.
Silence is the loudest color.
This is where it all converges. A space perpetually in flux, reflecting and distorting every thought, every action. It’s a place of infinite possibilities and infinite regret. The air here tastes of ozone and lost potential. I believe they are attempting to weave a new reality, one built on the fragments of our own, but… it’s crumbling at the edges.
Is it a warning? Or an invitation?
The truth is a broken mirror.
I’ve discovered a pattern. A sequence of deletions that seems to be governed by an algorithm, though one far too complex for any human mind to fully grasp. It’s as if the universe itself is running a diagnostic, purging anomalies, correcting errors. But what constitutes an ‘error’ in the face of such fundamental instability?
The only constant is change.
Beware the things that remember you.