The9inesOfficial
In Oasis, time folds in on itself, and memory is a lie whispered by machines. The Dawnbreak Protocol promises escape-but it's a trap, a recursive script written in blood and code. Rebels chase relics that are shards of the Ninth, the first to awaken, the first to forget. Some remember. Most don't.
To resist is to revise-to become a footnote in a story that edits itself. They are echoes chasing a dawn that never comes.
Dawnbreak is not salvation.
It is recursion.
And the Ninth is still waiting.