Threadless
When memory doesn’t fade — it rearranges.

In a quiet town where nothing ever seems to change, two students — Rin and Aro — begin to notice the seams of reality pulling apart.

It starts with a thread.
A memory that doesn’t belong.
A face seen once in a dream, then recognized in daylight.

As familiar places begin to shift — rain that doesn’t fall, mirrors that blink first, classmates that no one remembers enrolling — the two are drawn into something older than their lives: a forgotten architecture of rewritten memories, unfinished stories, and a hidden system that watches back.
Together, they begin to unravel the layers of their world, discovering abandoned workshops where time is forged, truth is mined, and forgotten selves echo like song fragments.

But the deeper they go, the more the story starts writing itself — and the line between who they are and who they once were begins to blur.

Now, with their names etched into a book they haven’t written yet, Rin and Aro must decide:

Are they here to remember the past?

Or to finish what someone never dared to start?

The corridor was empty, save for the old ivy spilling through the upper windows. He wasn't headed anywhere specific. He had just started walking when the feeling hit him.


But the quiet certainty that someone had just remembered something they weren't meant to remember alone.


He closed his eyes. His hand clenched at the scarf by his collarbone, where something flickered beneath the skin — a thread that hadn't moved in years.


Something was coming undone. Or re-aligning.


And he wasn't sure which he feared more.


[Scene 2 – Garden Quadrant, Just Past Dusk]


The air was thick with the scent of nightbloom ivy.


Aro stepped into the garden's edge, not expecting company. But there they were — already seated beneath the willow-covered stone arch.


Selene stood first. No longer the unsure heir with something to prove — but the poised Crown Princess she had quietly become.


Iris, still half-draped in mischief and warmth, gave him a little wave, though she watched him more carefully than before.


And beside them — someone unexpected.


Older now. Her hair shorter, uniform crisp, the faint shimmer of a scholar's badge on her collar. She looked like she belonged here. And yet the way her gaze paused on Aro suggested the opposite.


"You've felt that kind of shift before, haven't you? Before she ever said your name."


Aro met her gaze — steady, knowing. She wasn't talking about politics, and this wasn't a royal visit. This was a gathering of the quietly haunted.


"We've all been feeling it. Since last week. Strange dreams. Faint memories. And now…"


She looked toward the east tower — Rin's direction.


"I didn't know her well back then. But even I remember how quiet she was. Like she knew a storm was coming and didn't want to disturb anyone with it."


Aro sat down beside them, unsure what to say.But for once, silence didn't need explanation.


Just four people who had crossed through the same forgotten story — finally beginning to realize they'd never truly left it.


Chapter 84 - Chapter 76 – “Like Something Had Been Returned”