The bridge ended in silence.

Not the kind that waits for sound, but the kind that remembers it.

Before me stretched an ocean of shelves suspended in midair—an impossible labyrinth spiraling upward and downward into infinity. Each shelf shimmered faintly, filled with transparent books that pulsed like quiet hearts.

The titles changed every few seconds, flickering between languages I didn't know and names that might've been real once.

Some glowed.Most didn't.

✦

[ System Notice: Location — The Library of Forgotten Drafts ][ Function: Containment of Abandoned Narratives ][ Advisory: Reading May Cause Identity Overlap ]

Arjun's ember flickered uncertainly. This place feels like déjà vu with better lighting.

"Yeah," I said softly. "Like walking through someone's hard drive after they stopped believing in save files."

What's inside them?

"Everything no one finished."

✦

I took a step forward. The floor rippled beneath me—solid, yet fragile, like walking on pages that hadn't decided what to become yet.Each step echoed faintly, then multiplied, as if the library was replaying the sound to remember what footsteps used to feel like.

[ System Notice: Local Memory Field Active. ][ Warning: Persistent Emotional Data Detected. ]

The warning came too late.A soft whisper brushed against my thoughts:

"You were supposed to be someone else."

I turned. Nothing there. Just the air, thick with half-finished sentences.

✦

Arjun hovered closer. You heard that too, right?

"Yeah," I said quietly. "That one wasn't in the sound effects list."

We passed the first row of shelves.The books here were ancient—thin, brittle things wrapped in dust that didn't exist anywhere else.Each spine bore fragments of words: If Only, Almost, To Be Continued…

✦

[ System Notice: Emotional Residue Detected — Regret. ][ Source: Unfinished Character Arcs. ]

I stopped at one of the shelves and reached for a faintly glowing book.As my fingers brushed the cover, the light rippled—then words began to form on the page without opening it.

"Chapter One: He Wakes Up."

And that was it.Just the promise of a beginning.

I felt something tug in my chest. A strange, aching familiarity.

✦

Arjun's tone softened. Do you think they were people once?

"Maybe not people," I said, "but they wanted to be."

Sounds lonely.

"It is. Every story here got left halfway between existence and nothing."

Kind of like you.

"Yeah," I said. "Except I'm still typing."

✦

As I walked deeper, the air changed. The shelves here were newer, brighter—recent drafts that hadn't yet faded into full oblivion.Some titles were more specific: The Hero Who Refused to Rise.Chronicle of a Broken God.Untitled by Unknown Origin.

That last one stopped me.

✦

[ System Notice: Restricted File Detected. ][ Access Level: Authorial Signature Required. ]

The mark on my wrist pulsed faintly.Arjun whispered, You're not seriously going to open that, right?

"Of course I am."

Why?

"Because anything labeled 'restricted' usually means plot relevance."

✦

The book dissolved the moment I touched it.In its place, a voice whispered from everywhere and nowhere:

"You think you're the first to write yourself free?"

The words weren't angry—just curious.Cold. Amused.

"We all tried. Every script breaker. Every self-aware inkling. Every one of us thought freedom meant authorship."

A shape began forming ahead, made of light and shadow—a humanoid silhouette seated at a desk, surrounded by drifting pages.

Arjun whispered, That's—

"I know," I said quietly. "An older version."

✦

[ System Notice: Entity Manifestation — Archive Phantom. ][ Identity: Unconfirmed Iteration of Ishaan Reed. ][ Note: Memory Overlap Risk 37%. ]

The phantom looked up slowly, eyes glowing like burnt-out text.

"You think writing saves you. It doesn't. It just replaces you with something that can finish the chapter."

"I'm still here," I said.

"For now."

It smiled—tired, genuine.

"We all thought that."

✦

The books around us flickered violently. Some screamed in static. Some turned to dust.The phantom rose from the desk and stepped toward me, each motion dissolving fragments of the world around him.

"They called this place a graveyard."

He looked around.

"But it's really just a waiting room. Every unfinished story is still listening for someone to finish the sentence."

✦

[ System Notice: Emotional Contamination Increasing. ][ Risk: Identity Drift. ]

Arjun's ember flared desperately. Ishaan, stop listening to him!

"I'm not listening," I said, though my voice sounded far away."I'm remembering."

"Good," said the phantom. "Because forgetting is how we fade."

He touched my shoulder, and the world cracked.

✦

For a moment, I saw flashes—Me, hundreds of times over.Living, dying, writing, erasing, starting again.Each version whispering a single line that burned into my skull:

"Finish the story before it finishes you."

The phantom stepped back, his form dissolving into light.

"I didn't make it that far."

✦

[ System Notice: Memory Overlap Resolved. ][ Integration Bonus: +1% Authorial Composure. ][ Emotional Stability: Low. ]

Arjun's voice trembled. You okay?

"Yeah," I said, exhaling slowly. "Just met one of my canceled drafts."

That's not funny.

"It's a little funny."

✦

I looked around. The shelves nearby were fading again, as if the encounter had drawn too much attention.This place wasn't meant to remember itself.

[ System Notice: Realm Stability — 42%. ][ Advisory: Exit Recommended. ]

"Not yet," I said. "There's one thing I still need to find."

What could possibly be worth staying here?

"The original copy," I said quietly. "The first version of me."

Arjun's ember froze. You mean—

"Yeah," I said. "The draft before the Script Breaker was even named."

✦

And somewhere deep within the endless library, something stirred.

A page turned itself.A whisper rose like a sigh.

"Finally… you've come back."

The whisper led deeper.

Past rows of dustless shelves and unwritten stars, through corridors that curved on themselves like paper folding in wind.The light dimmed the further I went—no longer golden, but a tired blue, like ink that had run out of conviction.

✦

[ System Notice: Directional Guidance Lost. ][ Warning: User Exceeding Recorded Boundaries. ]

Arjun's ember hovered closer. You sure this is a good idea?

"No," I said. "That's how I know it's worth it."

You're looking for the original version of you. If the system didn't delete it, it buried it for a reason.

"I just want to know who wrote the first line."

✦

We descended a spiral of floating pages, each one blank except for a single word burned at the center: Failed.Every few steps, a new word appeared — Rewritten. Discarded. Erased.

It didn't feel like walking.It felt like being edited downward.

✦

The shelves eventually stopped.In their place stood a massive door, constructed entirely of fused manuscripts.Thousands of overlapping titles layered into a single word: DRAFT ZERO.

[ System Notice: Restricted Archive Accessed. ][ Authorization: Fragment of Authorship (2/7) — Accepted. ]

The door opened without sound.

✦

Inside was nothing.

No shelves. No light. Just a single desk floating in an endless black room.A quill rested on it, its tip broken, surrounded by dried ink that shimmered like spilled night.

And sitting there—someone.

He looked exactly like me, but younger.Eyes bright, unscarred by rewrites.Still believing the story would end well.

✦

"So," he said softly, not looking up, "you made it."

I hesitated. "You're—"

"The first one," he finished. "The one who wrote the wish that started all this."

[ System Notice: Entity Identified — DRAFT ZERO (Origin Instance). ][ Status: Dormant Consciousness Preserved. ]

✦

He set the broken quill down and smiled faintly.

"You were never meant to exist this long. You were supposed to finish my sentence."

"Your sentence was incomplete."

"It still is."

He gestured toward the quill.

"You took my unfinished wish and turned it into a war against the system. I just wanted to be remembered."

Arjun whispered, He's you before the world gave you the pen.

"Or before I decided to use it," I said quietly.

✦

"Every rewrite pulls from my remains," Draft Zero continued. "Every change you make drains what's left of me."

I frowned. "Then why are you still here?"

"Because you haven't written me out yet."

He leaned back, staring into the dark.

"I thought creation would save me. But creation doesn't save anyone. It just… redistributes endings."

✦

[ System Notice: Narrative Sync Possible. ][ Warning: Integration With Origin Will Reset User Identity. ]

Arjun's ember pulsed sharply. Don't even think about it.

"I wasn't."

"You're lying," said Draft Zero.

He stood. His outline flickered like a memory refusing to fade.

"You've seen the debt. You've seen the editors. You know where this goes."

"Then tell me why you started it."

"Because," he said quietly, "I was written by something else first."

✦

The air cracked.The desk split open, revealing a symbol etched into its surface—a circle of light wrapped around a single name:

THE CREATOR'S HAND.

[ System Notice: Unknown Signature Detected. ][ Origin Access: Locked Beyond Current Authority. ]

Arjun stammered, Wait, that means—

"It means we were never the first authors," I said.

"No one is," Draft Zero whispered. "Even the gods you rewrote? They were stories too. The Creator writes all beginnings."

He met my eyes then, and for a moment, I understood the exhaustion in his smile.

"You can break systems. But you can't break authorship."

✦

The ink around us stirred—slow, heavy, alive.Shapes began forming in the void: outlines of hands, massive and distant, sketching something unseen beyond the black horizon.

[ System Notice: External Observation Detected. ][ Identifier: "The Creator's Hand." ]

"It's watching again," Draft Zero said.

I tightened my grip on the Inkblade. "Then let it."

"You can't fight what writes you."

"I don't plan to."

✦

I stepped forward until our reflections merged, the light of my fragments burning against his fading form."Maybe you wrote the wish," I said. "But I'm the one who'll finish it."

"Even if it kills you?"

"That's the point," I said quietly. "Endings make meaning."

Draft Zero smiled, relief and sorrow tangled together.

"Then… finish it well."

✦

The inkstorm swallowed him, pulling his body back into the desk.The broken quill rose from the table and floated into my hand, its tip glowing faintly gold.

[ System Notice: New Relic Acquired — "The Broken Quill of Draft Zero." ][ Effect: Can Record One Absolute Rewrite. Single Use Only. ]

Arjun whispered, That thing feels dangerous.

"It is," I said, staring at it. "That's why I'll keep it."

✦

The darkness shifted, forming the faint outline of a staircase spiraling upward, back toward the library's main hall.

Behind me, the voice of Draft Zero echoed one last time—

"Remember this: The Creator doesn't fear you because you write. He fears you because you understand why."

✦

I turned toward the rising light, the quill still burning faintly in my hand.

[ System Notice: Realm Exit Authorized. ][ Realm Memory: Sealed Until Final Rewrite. ]

Arjun floated silently beside me. So what now?

I looked up at the returning bridge, stretching into new worlds.

"Now," I said, "we see what the Creator's next chapter looks like."

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