The temple's depths folded around Rin like a dream, walls shifting with the flow of alternate realities. Before him stood versions of himself—clones crafted by The Weaver from splintered timelines, each a fragment of what might have been. Each echoed a different choice, a different path.Some bore the burden of regret, haunted by what they lost; others shimmered with newfound strength, forged by sacrifice and resolve. Yet all shared a flicker of the same soul, fragmented but yearning.Confronting these echoes forced Rin to face his fading identity—the gradual erosion of memories that tethered him to his past life on Earth. Names, faces, emotions slipped away like sand through fingers, threatening to leave only the Thread's cold logic behind.In one mirror version, Rin found a friend—a self who chose hope over despair, refusing the Weaver's control. In another, a ruthless shadow who embraced power at any cost, forgetting love and humanity.These encounters tested Rin's will. To remain himself, he needed to weave his scattered memories like threads into a tapestry strong enough to resist The Weaver's erasure.Elira's voice broke through the storm of thoughts. "Not all versions are doomed. Some may yet become allies. But beware—the Weaver will not let you go easily."Rin grasped his chest, feeling the Thread pulse faintly—his last link to who he was. The battle for his soul was only beginning.
