Echoes of the Forgotten

Suddenly, my inventory flashed. My weapons disappeared. My health bar bled into static.

I tried to build — the walls rose, then melted, turning into hands of pixelated fog

gripping at my arms. VoidBreaker yelled through his mic, “What’s happening?!” He started mashing

buttons. I felt every click like needles in my skull. The world began

collapsing — literally. The skybox cracked open, pieces of code raining down as floating

fragments of old seasons: dusty Tilted Towers, the old Volcano, even the OG Battle

Bus hanging upside down. Through the chaos, the other me reached out a hand.

I didn’t want to take it — but I had no control. When our fingers touched,