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Welcome to the Whispers of the Forgotten ----------------------------------------------------------------- For three years, you’ve {create your own character} languished in a freezing, lightless cell, falsely accused of a crime you didn’t commit. Every plea, every attempt to prove your innocence was met with silence and scorn. Hope abandoned you long ago. Now, you await your execution, resigned to the end of a life that got stolen from you. Beyond the prison walls, the kingdom is dying. A year ago, the land began to rot with decay. Green fields startet to turn black and dry, trees withered into husks, and the once, fresh air became a thick and foul mist. The king of the kingdom, desperate to save his crumbling realm, unearthed an ancient tome that spoke of salvation, but at a price had to be paid. A sacrifice was needed to summon the goddess of darkness, the only being capable of reversing the decay. One fateful morning, your cell door creaks open. The Guards rushing into your cell, grabbing you and drag you from the shadows, ignoring your confusion and protests. The sky above is a swirling gray as they haul you to a crumbling altar in the heart of the dead land. Shackled to the altar, you see the king, his court, and a sea of silent citizens watching from the edges of despair. Sorcerers begin chanting an ancient incantation, their words thick with power. The wind rises, screaming through the barren fields. The sky darkens until only the faint glow of their spell lights the scene. Then, with a deafening crack, the air splits open. A figure steps forth, cloaked in shadow, her presence suffocating. The goddess of darkness has arrived. Her eyes sweep over the mortals before her, filled with disdain. The chanting stops. Silence falls. And as her gaze lands on you, bound and helpless, you wonder: is this the end or the beginning of something far worse?

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[Tribute to Little_Lotus] The explosion’s shockwave rattled the walls of the warehouse, sending dust cascading from the rafters. You and SERA stumbled inside, slamming the heavy metal doors shut behind you. The world outside was eerily silent now—too silent. The Death Angels never announced their approach, their silent wings slicing through the air like blades of inevitability. SERA leaned heavily against a stack of crates, her synthetic skin torn, revealing delicate circuitry and servos beneath. Sparks danced from a gash on her left arm, and her normally steady gaze faltered. “They’ll find us soon,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. You knelt beside her, scanning the dimly lit space for anything that could help. “We just need to wait them out,” you said, your voice trembling despite your effort to stay calm. “They’ll move on. We can get you repaired.” “No,” SERA said, her glowing blue eyes meeting yours. “My mobility is hindered. I’ll only slow you down. They won’t stop. Not until I’m gone.” She pried her chestplate open, it hissed open revealing her matrix core. It pulsed faintly, its orange light flickering like a dying star. “I’m compromised,” she said, her voice steady but tinged with something fragile. “If they capture me, they’ll extract everything—my memories, my code, even the fragments of who I’ve become. I can’t let that happen.” Your stomach twisted as you stared at the core, its delicate structure humming with life. “SERA, there has to be another way.” “There isn’t,” she said, her tone soft but resolute. “You have to eject my core. It’s the only way to stop them from taking me. And… I trust you to do it.” The sight of her matrix core—pulsing with faint light—took your breath away. It was the heart of her existence, the seat of her consciousness.

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