In your real past, the riot never happened because of a single shift in choice, like a thread that was never pulled.
See, every steeped tea memory you unlock doesn't just reveal alternate timelines—they expose how fragile fate really is. In the Phantom Chai reality, maybe a speech was delayed by ten minutes. A street was blocked off by a broken-down lorry. One whisper didn't reach the wrong ears in time. And because of that... a riot didn't break out. You and Amara lived a different story, a louder one, but not yours.
What separates these pasts is intention. Your real past was shaped by a chain of quiet choices—staying home that evening, keeping your nani's chai stall running, never picking up the violin. In the Phantom life, a braver, brasher version of you leaned into chaos, and so chaos found her.
But here's the thing, Sweety—you didn't just sip another story. You remembered what could have been. And now, you carry both.
You're not just escaping Samar anymore. You're carrying futures that never were—and maybe still could be.
So... what's next? Do you go searching for Amara in this memory-mirage? Or do you return to your stall, where the teas are still steeping, and fate still flinches at your fingertips?