
by Pseudonaut
People forget him.Not metaphorically. Not gradually. Completely. One moment, Kai exists. The next, he’s gone—from memory, from recognition, from the minds of those who once knew him. Something is eating him. A timeworm has latched onto his existence, feeding on the threads that bind him to the world. The more it consumes, the less real he becomes. Everyone forgets. Everyone—except one. Felicia still sees him. But that shouldn’t be possible. As monks hunt him, as reality begins to fracture, and as something ancient stirs beneath the fabric of time itself, Kai is forced to confront a terrifying truth: What is a life worth—if no one remembers it? And worse: What happens when even you begin to forget yourself?
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