You were not supposed to be here.

But now that you are... the story changes.

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The Player's Echo

Enter your name to begin:

Makida's Puzzle

Find the letter that doesn't belong...

Makida’s Story:

1. In the void’s silent depths, I awaken without memory.

2. Shadows cling to my form, whispers of a forgotten past.

3. Each step forward feels like a step into nothingness.

4. Yet, something stirs—a fragile hope, a flicker of light.

5. I am Makida, born from the silence, destined to remember.

Ikura's Puzzle

Unscramble the phrase above and type it exactly:

Ikura’s Story:

1. The path before me is shadowed, unclear yet calling.

2. Veils of memory drift like mist, hiding what must be faced.

3. With quiet resolve, I step forward, sensing fate’s hand.

4. Each shadow I pierce brings me closer to who I was.

5. I am Ikura, lost and found within the void’s embrace.

Alex's Puzzle

Find the letters in the text below that seem faded or darkened. Use them to form a phrase.

I have always existed in the void, looking for light that fades but persists.
Whispers call, and sometimes I feel the need to unite the lost,
hoping to survive the silence.

Alex’s Story:

1. Shadows cling tightly, whispering secrets only I can hear.

2. The void reaches out, its grasp cold yet oddly familiar.

3. Though lost, I call for help — a plea carried through the dark.

4. In the silence, I find a spark, a reason to resist.

5. I am Alex, a voice echoing from the depths of the void.

Glitched Codex

Before the void claimed them, Makida dreamed of cities bathed in light.
Ikura wandered forests where time seemed to stand still.
Alex lived by the ocean, always chasing the horizon.
Their lives were separate, yet threads unseen bound them together.
Strange dreams whispered warnings they couldn’t remember upon waking.
A voice spoke to each of them: “Will you trade what you are to become what you must?”
Makida said yes out of curiosity, Ikura out of fear, Alex out of defiance.
The world fractured as their answers aligned.
Color drained, sound warped, and memories scattered like ash.
They awoke in silence, stripped of names but not of essence.
The void had not created them—it had claimed them.
Somewhere, faintly, the promise of return still lingered.