"Allen."
The name still echoed after the silence swallowed it.
Nyra stood frozen in that narrow corridor, heart pounding like a war drum. The lights above flickered - not enough to scare her , just enough to unsettle her.
She clutched her jacket tighter , a chill crawling beneath her skin, wrapping itself around her spine like a whispering ghost.
"You imagined it," she murmured to herself, trying to sound certain. But the words came out hollow.
A voice.
Low, broken yet terrifyingly familiar.
"You were never meant to forget me."
Her eyes widened. Her knees buckled.
Darkness came, not like the absence of light - but like the presence of something ancient, waiting.
She was standing under a blood - red sky.
The rain fell strangely - light and soft, almost like ash . Everything around her looked golden in a weird, dream like way. It didn't felt real. It felt like the kind of world that only exist in dreams......or in endings.
In front of her was a tall, rusty gate, covered in strange blue and sharp vines. Behind it was a old building like it has been forgotten for ages.
"The Archive." she murmured.
It was written on an old wooden board covered in dust in front of the building.
The place was not on the map. Not even on any map. No one remembered it but still Nyra felt that she has been here before. But couldn't remember when.
Her hands reached out and grabbed the gate trying to open it but at that moment she had some flashbacks.
She had been here before...with him.
"Allen...."
She whispered his name like it was a secret she had no right to say.Suddenly--
- A sharp voice echoed in her head.
She was running barefoot in the dark corridors trying to know the truth.Whispers crawled at her from the walls.
"She'll remember."
"We told you she wouldn't."
"Not again. Not now."
The scene shifted
Now she was kneeling in a candle - lit room, her hair tangled, blood at her temple. Allen stood in front of her, his face shadowed, eyes wide with conflict.
"They are going to take this from you," he said, voice trembling. "All of it. Me. This place. Your name. Your identity."
Nyra grabbed his shirt, shaking her head violently." No i won't let them."
"You won't remember. You'll think you are someone else. They will call you Kiara."She laughed through her tears. "Kaira? That's not even--."
But he was already placing something against her skin. A symbol. A sigil. A burn.
"This is the only way."
She screamed.
And then.....
Her eyes flew open.
Gasping, chocking on air like it wass water.
She sat up too fast, dizziness crashing into her skull.
She was no longer in the corridor.
The room was dim. Dusty. Stacks of books lined every wall, some so tall nearly touching the ceiling. Candles flickered in the corner - real ones, not electric.
Her boots sat by the door. Her jacket draped neatly on a chair
Someone had brought her here.
Someone who knew what she saw.
Her heart thundered. Was Allen here? Or someone else?
While she was thinking about this, something on the table beside her caught her eye.
A polaroid.
Faded, curled at the corners.
She picked it up with trembling fingers.
A boy and a girl, barely teenagers, smiling in a strange way in front of a building holding hands.
It was her. Younger but unmistakably her.
And the boy - those eyes. That jawline. That crocked half smile.
Allen.
She flipped it over.
And there it was.
" Nyra + Allen. 2009. Archive Building."
Sometimes silence screams louder than any words. What do you think Nyra's silence is hiding?
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