Echoes of Oblivion

—The Tomb of a Memory-Shattered City—

The Vanished Night

December 31, 2040, deep into the night.
Mist seeped through the windows as millions dissolved like smoke.
Thirty percent of the world’s population melted away without a trace.
No bodies, no laughter, no names—just an emptiness filling the streets.
Amid the dust on a desk, an empty chair sat alone.

The Steel Lie

The Lethe Federation towered beneath neon lights.
A cold voice echoed through the speakers.
"Merely a network error."
But whispers in the alleys told a different tale.
Glowing vials swayed in secret labs, a virus dreamt of a perfect world by erasing memory.
Footsteps in the dark faded into the wind.

The Divided Path

The Manet Republic rose quietly against Lethe.
Mnemosyne’s library stood as the last beacon of memory.
The Nemesis Zone stretched as a lawless wasteland where the forgotten roamed.
Broken signs littered the streets, mechanical hums piercing the air.
Shadows stretched long over cracked asphalt.

The Abyss of Oblivion

And ten years later, Lethe’s sky began to glow with light once more.