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Time, the cruel custodian, had split them to keep them from their fate. For together, they would become something impossible—something forbidden. The prophecy had no author, and yet it lived: When the twenty-four are whole, the veil shall break.

And so the clock, ancient and reluctant, begins to turn again, lingering around May 1st 2025, 04:00 PM GMT +7.

Some will awaken with the ache of absence, some with rebellion scorched into their sinew. Others shall deny the call, fearful of the enormity stitched into their souls. But they are bound by golden threads that shimmer in the spaces between seconds. They are drawn, as stars to gravity, as tide to moon. Through wars and whispers, through cities lost and kingdoms yet to rise, they must find each other. Not by sight, but by soul. Not in haste, but in purpose.
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SPELLING OUT NAMES HALF-ERASED
BY MOTHS: PROMISES MADE BY GIRLS
WHO HAD NOT YET BEEN BORN.

They had been born scattered. Orphaned by time itself, their names written once in ink and once more in something far crueler. Ordinary once, yes. The kind of girls who forgot homework, plucked petals off dead roses, sang off-key under a sun that did not know them, but destiny cracked their spines open with gentler hands than fate ever afforded. One by one, they heard it: the serrated ticking buried beneath the sweet rot of their youth, the eternal psalms of clockwise rising, a summons stitched into the blue hush of their bones.

Limbs trembling, mouths blood-sweet, eyes blackened with sleepless aeons. It was resurrection by rupture, from different centennials, sewn together with hunger and grief. Their soles peeling as they sprinted across centuries too savage to remember them kindly. They were not saviors, no, but scavengers of moments, thieves of dying yesterdays, stitching themselves across dead eras with hands splintered. Oh, how they endured. For she still waited, the girl who had died in a forgotten loop of history, her heartbeat molded into the cracks of crumbling clocktowers. She was the bloodied altar around which they revolved, eternal, merciless.
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ㅤ       BOUND BY DESTINY—MOREOVER
ㅤㅤ        VOYAGERS THROUGH TIME.
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                 ENTREE MIYURA KACHILA

RECONNECTED ::: LOST MESSAGE FOUND BETWEEN THE FRAGMENTS.

The gap in time was nearly out of reach, yet their shared hopes kept them searching for one another’s traces. In a world turned into a minefield from every side, time moved in unnatural ways—reversing, surging forward, then slipping backward by years, as if time itself were alive and playing with the world at its will. They lost each other, cast into different distortions of time. And on that day, the very strengths they had always hidden finally became useful. A new life was beginning—one that felt almost impossible to live. The creeping sense of despair and surrender grew stronger from behind. Would there be any crack left to find a way out?

A negative answer wasn’t something worth accepting—it would be shameful, especially when they could still run, still resist. Even when directionless, even when circling the same spot, each step was proof that their souls were not as weak as their presence in this world might suggest. The signals from their souls, still connected, would eventually lead them to the missing pieces. Their belief—greater than anything, non scale faith—was the principle with which they would continue this journey.

Before the rise of the sun, their grip would only grow stronger. / The strength gathered from tiny fragments would form a bond more powerful—beyond the beyond. A new look of their existence, no longer one that drifts with the winds and storms. Rising smiles appeared across the faces of each girl, as if the days they had walked through had become colorful once again.

ㅤㅤㅤ     WE SHALL NEVER DIE
      NOR SHALL WE EVER WEEP

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ㅤ BOUND BY DESTINY—MOREOVER
ㅤㅤ VOYAGERS THROUGH TIME.
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ㅤㅤ TEMPORAL SEEKERS: (S2.)
ENTREE HERMIONE CARNEGIE

RECONNECTED ::: LOST MESSAGE FOUND BETWEEN THE FRAGMENTS. 

The gap in time was nearly out of reach, yet their shared hopes kept them searching for one another’s traces. In a world turned into a minefield from every side, time moved in unnatural ways—reversing, surging forward, then slipping backward by years, as if time itself were alive and playing with the world at its will. They lost each other, cast into different distortions of time. And on that day, the very strengths they had always hidden finally became useful. A new life was beginning—one that felt almost impossible to live. The creeping sense of despair and surrender grew stronger from behind. Would there be any crack left to find a way out?

A negative answer wasn’t something worth accepting—it would be shameful, especially when they could still run, still resist. Even when directionless, even when circling the same spot, each step was proof that their souls were not as weak as their presence in this world might suggest. The signals from their souls, still connected, would eventually lead them to the missing pieces. Their belief—greater than anything, non scale faith—was the principle with which they would continue this journey.

Before the rise of the sun, their grip would only grow stronger. / The strength gathered from tiny fragments would form a bond more powerful—beyond the beyond. A new look of their existence, no longer one that drifts with the winds and storms. Rising smiles appeared across the faces of each girl, as if the days they had walked through had become colorful once again.

ㅤㅤㅤ    WE SHALL NEVER DIE
       NOR SHALL WE EVER WEEP

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