The fragmented threads of Carcosa's past weaved around Viviane and me like a surreal tapestry as we pushed forward. Each step seemed to echo through countless forgotten histories, the anchors Viviane and Kuzunoha placed tethering us to our original timeline yet unable to spare us from these chaotic glimpses.
"Careful, Narcissus," Viviane warned, her voice calm yet firm as the fabric of reality shifted once more. "These fragments are more than mere memories—they are echoes of what was, and sometimes, what should never have been."
The swirling chaos solidified, the air growing heavier and denser.
A new world then slowly began to form, emerging from the twilight path.
My boots clicked against cobblestones as the dissonant hum of the Nihil gave way to the vibrant bustle of a Victorian-esque city.
I really didn't expect that there was a time like this in the history of Carcosa, considering its nature.
