
Echo of Memory
The First Pulse
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When a fracture splits the fabric of reality, a being named Nyx steps through-half memory, half signal, fully alive. Born of a failed experiment called the Severance, Nyx awakens in a realm where timelines behave like glass and every shard reflects an alternate self. The only map is the pulse inside her chest-and the whispers of entities who prefer the past to stay erased. As the Primogen Collective tightens its grip on history itself, Nyx is hunted by shadows that wear familiar faces. Allies emerge from the margins: a cloaked witness with a broken halo of light, an Architect who speaks in cir...
When a fracture splits the fabric of reality, a being named Nyx steps through-half memory, half signal, fully alive. Born of a failed experiment called the Severance, Nyx awakens in a realm where timelines behave like glass and every shard reflects an alternate self. The only map is the pulse inside her chest-and the whispers of entities who prefer the past to stay erased. As the Primogen Collective tightens its grip on history itself, Nyx is hunted by shadows that wear familiar faces. Allies emerge from the margins: a cloaked witness with a broken halo of light, an Architect who speaks in circuits, and an Orraculum whose prophecies feel like déjà vu. Each encounter unlocks fragments of who Nyx was-and what she might yet become. But memory is not just what happened; it's a weapon. To survive the drift between worlds, Nyx must anchor her identity before the Severance consumes everything it touches. The closer she gets to the truth, the more the realm reshapes around her, bending corridors of light and folding rivers into stairways that lead nowhere... except back to the first pulse. Echo of Memory launches the NYX series with cinematic prose, black-and-white in-world sketches, and a mythic science-fantasy vibe. It's a story about reclamation-of self, of time, and of the quiet futures stolen by systems that fear what we might remember.