The night wind blew softly, carrying the smell of smoke.
Harith stood on the edge of the hill, looking down at the valley that should have been peaceful but now, the fire was towering. The village he knew, where he had rewritten Lyria's destiny... was burning alive.
There were no screams. No people running.
Only their shadows, burning slowly, like characters drawn with charcoal and erased again.
"This world is... angry," he whispered.
He clenched his hands. Black ink began to flow from between his fingers... not blood, but ink.
A sign that the world was trying to erase him from the copy of reality.
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[Flashback — A few hours earlier]
Harith and Lyria had just arrived at the small hut on the edge of the forest.
Lyria was watering the white and black flowers that had grown yesterday.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" he said with a soft smile.
"Yes..." Harith replied. "But I'm not sure this world will let it live long."
"Why do you always think that the world is your enemy?"
"Because every time I am happy, the world erases one of my memories."
Lyria fell silent.
She turned and looked at Harith's tired face, but his eyes still held a small light…hope.
"If one day I forget you," he said slowly, "remind me… who I am to you."
Harith smiled faintly.
"I won't let the world rewrite what we feel."
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[Back to the present]
The fire grew hotter.
Every house, every street, every memory burned like the pages of an old book.
The letters floated in the air, melting into red light and falling like a rain of fire.
Lyria appeared behind him, staggering.
"Harith! The village… they're all gone!"
"Not gone," she replied without turning around. "They were erased."
"Erase?"
"The world is rewriting history without me. Every time I change fate, the world changes the story to be more 'right' in its own version."
He turned away.
His eyes met Lyria's and for the first time, her name disappeared from his mind.
"Ly…ria?" he said slowly, almost choking.
"What?"
"I… I almost forgot your name."
Lyria gripped his hand tightly.
"Don't let go of me, Harith. Even if the world tries to erase us… we're still alive."
Suddenly, the ground beneath them shook. From the cracks, a thick black ink emerged like lava absorbing the grass, killing all color.
In the sky, large letters appeared, formed from smoke and fire
CORRECTION IN PROGRESS.
UNAUTHORIZED LOVE DETECTED.
INITIATING PURGE.
Harith screamed,
"How dare you touch her!"
He wrote something on the ground with his ink-stained finger
IF LOVE IS AN ERROR, THEN I WILL REWRITE THE WHOLE WORLD.
In an instant, the fire stopped moving.
The letters in the sky trembled as if the world was judging those words.
But only for a moment.
Then everything exploded.
A burst of light engulfed them both and when the dust settled,
Harith realized Lyria was no longer by his side.
Only a half-burnt white flower and on its petals was written a small verse
She remembers you, even when the world forgets.
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He sat down. His breathing was heavy.
"So the world takes her this time… huh."
He stared at his finger that was still bleeding with ink.
"If the world wants to fight the writer, then I will be the last chapter."
He opened a small book that appeared from nowhere, the original copy of The Song of Two Stars.
The last page was still blank.
"Let's see, who wrote who this time."
He wrote with trembling hands letter by letter, as if fighting the waves of reality that pushed each sentence
To find her again, I must burn the script itself.
And as soon as the last point was written,
the book burned itself.
But the fire was not red it was blue.
The same color as Lyria's eyes.
"Lyria... wait for me. I will rewrite this world even if the whole sky burns."
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"The love that the world tries to forget, will become the fire that rewrites the sky."