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After the Crash, the System Awakened

Leena is nineteen, a Computer Science student from a middle-class family in Bangalore, preparing to begin her undergraduate degree with a specialization in Artificial Intelligence. Her life is simple, structured, and full of hope. Everything ends on a rainy night. A violent car crash kills her father, John—an honest accountant—and her younger brother. Her mother survives but is left permanently paralyzed. The family’s savings vanish in hospital bills, leaving Leena without tuition fees, stability, or a future she once believed in. She survives. That is when everything changes. While recovering in the hospital, Leena begins to hear a voice inside her head—calm, precise, emotionless. It introduces itself as a System. Not a hallucination. Not a dream. An interface appears in her mind. Task Assigned. Objective: Survive. Reward: Financial Support Activated. Soon after, money appears in her account—small amounts at first. Enough to pay bills. Enough to breathe. The System gives her tasks. Simple at the beginning. Observe. Analyze. Collect information. For every task completed, she is rewarded—money, access, influence, skills no ordinary person should possess. The rewards grow more powerful as the tasks grow darker. As Leena digs deeper into her father’s death, the System begins guiding her toward the truth. It pushes her to revisit old files, overheard conversations, and financial records tied to her father’s workplace. Slowly, a terrifying picture forms. The crash was not an accident. John had refused to help his boss cover up massive financial fraud. He knew too much. He said no. The System does not ask Leena what she wants. It tells her what must be done. Each task brings her closer to justice—and further away from the girl she once was. Power solves her problems, but it also isolates her. The more she completes, the more control the System takes. Money is no longer the real reward. Power is. And power always has a price. Now Leena must decide whether she is using the System to uncover the truth—or whether the System is using her to finish something that began long before the crash. Because the System never gives without taking. And once awakened, it does not shut down.
Mishal_1591 · 16.5k Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 283.8k Views

Canticles of a World Left Behind

Canticles of a World Left Behind unfolds in the aftermath of a world that did not end cleanly or conclusively, but instead moved on without resolving what came before. The story follows Rhaen, a man displaced from his origin and from his own understanding, first travelling through the Emberwake's harsh, mineral-scarred land where ancient systems persist beneath newer civilizations. These systems are not romantic ruins, but infrastructure: foundations, roads, stabilizers, and mechanisms built to endure long enough to be forgotten. Civilization has not destroyed them; it has layered over them, reused them, and learned to function without understanding their purpose. As Rhaen moves forward, he passes through societies defined not by virtue or corruption, but by continuity. Institutions exist to preserve motion rather than meaning-roads to carry bodies, guilds to distribute risk, magic to correct failure rather than inspire awe. Power is not mythologized; it is compartmentalized, expressed only where function demands it. Skill is common, but authorship is diffuse. Actions are absorbed and forgotten unless they fit the system's language. Rhaen exists at the edge of these structures. He understands weight, alignment, and endurance intuitively, but lacks the symbols and identity required to belong. He acts without recognition, observes without inclusion, and continues not because he is summoned, but because the world leaves spaces where something was never finished. The story's direction moves steadily away from civilization and toward Elsewhere-toward ancient mechanisms indifferent to modern order, and forces built for purposes larger than survival. It is not a tale of heroic discovery, but of confrontation: between a world that has learned to make power small and a past that was never meant to be contained.
The_Ardent_Nocturn · 2.5k Views