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Eclipse of Memories

In a dystopian future where Earth is but a shadow of its former self, scarred by technological wars and forbidden experiments, a man wakes up amidst smoking ruins, nameless, faceless, and without a past. The only traces of his lost identity: glowing scars etched into his skin, and a diagnostic system embedded within him, whispering cryptic warnings in his ear. He quickly discovers that he is an Eclipsian—a subject of the Eclipse Project, a secret initiative aimed at merging humans with forbidden technologies to create living weapons. But something went wrong. The subjects of the project, endowed with devastating powers capable of manipulating the black energy of eclipses, were erased, their memories sealed… until he, the last survivor, awakens. Hunted by killer drones, hybrid Hunters—part machine, part monster—and a clandestine organization eager to silence him, his only ally is a mysterious mercenary named Lyra. She claims to know his past, but in exchange for her help, she demands that he join her in a perilous quest: infiltrating the ruins of the Eclipse City, the epicenter of the cursed project, to destroy the data before it falls into the wrong hands. However, the closer he gets to the truth, the more his powers spiral out of control, revealing a disturbing connection to the Black Eclipse, an apocalyptic phenomenon devouring the world. His scars come to life, his memories return in fragments, and one question haunts him: Was he a sacrificed hero… or a monster they tried to lock away? In the heart of a race against time, where each revelation could shatter him, he must choose between resurrecting the man he was or embracing the demonic power implanted within him. For the Eclipse approaches, and with it, an ultimate choice: save what remains of humanity… or become its executioner.
KENSOUKE · 1.2K Views

Ex wife Getting her life back is isn’t easy

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.
Osagie_Aromose · 2.3K Views
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