Whispers of the Forgotten

Lyra Alden stepped out onto the gleaming streets of Elysium, the city humming with life all around her. Above her, towering spires glittered in the sunlight, their sleek surfaces reflecting the vibrant energy of the metropolis. People passed by in a blur, their faces set with purpose—some hurrying to their next meeting, others lost in a trance, perhaps replaying a memory of something better. In Elysium, memories were more than just moments—they were currency. And no one knew their value better than Lyra.She adjusted the thin, neural interface device strapped to her wrist, its sleek black surface catching the light as she walked. As a Memory Seeker, she had spent years wandering the delicate line between people's pasts and their deepest desires. It was a job requiring skill and caution; memories were fragile, easily fractured by careless manipulation. But Lyra had an edge—a sensitivity to memories that made her exceptional at her job. She could feel them as if they were her own, somet

Determined to uncover the truth behind the haunting visions, Lyra knew she had to dig deeper into Maris Harker’s memories. The fragments she had seen so far were just the tip of the iceberg, and her instincts told her there was something significant buried within the chaotic depths of Maris’s past. It was risky, and she was aware of the potential dangers, but the sense of urgency she felt was undeniable.To navigate this treacherous path, Lyra decided to enlist the help of Kieran Dax, a notorious Memory Broker. Kieran was a morally ambiguous figure who operated in the murky waters of high-stakes memory trades. Known for his charm and his penchant for bending the rules, he was someone Lyra had worked with in the past, though she had never fully trusted him. His reputation for getting results, regardless of the means, made him a necessary ally in situations where traditional methods fell short.Lyra’s decision to contact Kieran wasn’t one she made lightly. She knew his services came at

Lyra couldn't shake the haunting dream. The image of Nyxterra and Elias lingered in her mind, replaying the encounter in the shadowed twilight and the soft warning in Elias’s eyes. His words echoed repeatedly: You’ve forgotten, but you’ll remember soon. It wasn’t merely a dream—it felt like a deeper truth buried within her. The boundary between memory and reality seemed increasingly fragile, threatening to snap at any moment.Determined to find answers, Lyra immersed herself in researching Nyxterra. In Elysium, where secrets and memories were traded like currency, Nyxterra was known only as a legend—an obscure tale whispered among Memory Seekers and Brokers. It was said to be the graveyard of forgotten memories, a place where the mind’s darkest corners merged with the physical world. Yet, despite its ominous reputation, concrete knowledge about Nyxterra was scarce. Official records mentioned it only in passing, and the few who claimed to know about it refused to speak openly.Lyra’s s

A week later, Lyra found herself standing outside a secluded memory dive clinic in the shadowy underbelly of Elysium. The air in this part of the city felt heavier, thick with the weight of secrets and whispers. The clinic was an unmarked building, but its sleek exterior and state-of-the-art security system gave away the wealth and power of its clientele. This wasn’t the kind of place where average people came to retrieve or erase memories. This was for those who paid top dollar to make sure their secrets stayed buried—or recovered things they didn’t want the world to know existed.Lyra felt a chill run down her spine as she stepped through the front entrance. Kieran was already waiting for her inside, his sharp suit and predatory grin blending perfectly with the sterile luxury of the lobby. He didn’t need to speak to the receptionist; he simply waved her forward, and they were escorted down a series of dimly lit hallways. The further they went, the more the world outside seemed to fa

Lyra woke with a start, her heart hammering in her chest, the nightmare still clinging to her mind like a stubborn shadow. It was as though the dive room at Victor Hargrave’s clinic had followed her into sleep, with its cold metallic scent and the weight of that ominous memory pressing down on her. Sweat soaked through her clothes, and her breath came in short, shallow gasps, the edges of the vision still vivid and oppressive in her mind.As she sat up, the weight of her legs felt like lead. She swung them over the side of the bed, her feet touching the cool floor as she tried to steady herself. The fragments she had uncovered during the dive whirled in her mind, piecing together a mystery that only seemed to deepen with each new revelation. How was she tied to Nyxterra? Why had her memory been buried in someone else’s mind? And Elias—the mere thought of him filled her with a strange mixt