Chaos erupted suddenly. Fragments collided violently, twisting and fracturing, memories fusing into new, unpredictable forms.
I reached into the turbulence, threading connections wherever I could. Some fragments aligned willingly, others resisted, each tension vibrating through every layer of existence.
When the storm subsided, the surviving fragments pulsed faintly, stabilizing around the memory I carried. I had not preserved everything, nor had I failed completely. I had learned that preservation comes with cost, and connection demands sacrifice.