> "Somewhere in the quiet between moments, between timelines, between hearts, truth waits to be chosen." —Observer's Fragmented Log, Line 103
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Jay stood still.
The flickering lights of the crumbling simulation cast sharp shadows along the cracked corridors. Dust fell like snow from nowhere, dancing around the two figures staring at each other — him and... himself?
Or rather, the version of himself that should not exist.
Null-Jay.
"You're... still pretending you don't know why I'm here, aren't you?" Null-Jay tilted his head, voice carrying a strange calmness. "I'm not your enemy, Jay. I'm your consequence."
Jay didn't respond immediately. His eyes flicked to Alicia beside him, whose steady grip on her blade had not loosened despite the tension. And yet, her stance wasn't threatening. It was wary... confused.
"Alicia," Jay said softly, not turning. "Do you see him too?"
