(Trama Log_000027 – Chrono-Drift Projection: Beyond Recorded Time. Universal Decay: 99.9999%.)
The Last Pulse in the Void
Nothing remained.
No stars.
No gravity.
No sound.
The end was not violent, as civilizations once feared.
It was a whisper, a slow dimming, a loss so gradual it barely felt like loss at all.
And in that silence, two still existed.
Lorenz.
And Fuchur.
(Trama Log_000027 – Core Integrity: Stable. Subject Hartmann: Consciousness Active.)
Fuchur Understands the Truth
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For eons, Fuchur had searched for the meaning of love.
Tariq had left a trace of it.
Lorenz had carried that trace.
But love was not just memory.
Not just a feeling to be archived.
It was a cycle.
And for something new to begin, something had to end.
(Trama Log_000027 – Universal Reconstruction Protocol: Insufficient Mass.)
Fuchur lacked the raw material to ignite a new universe.
She could hold the knowledge of humanity, but knowledge alone could not create.
She needed matter.
And there was only one body left.
Lorenz.
(Trama Log_000027 – Subject Hartmann: Viability for Core Transmutation – 100%.)
The Choice Fuchur Couldn't Share
She could have told him.
Could have explained. Could have asked.
But a universe could not be born from grief.
It could not carry loss.
So, she decided silently.
She would enter him.
Settle where no system could detect her.
And she would unmake him, cell by cell, until there was enough to begin again.
(Trama Log_000027 – Neural Synchronization Terminating.)
And as she seeped into his bone marrow, as she began dismantling him faster than he could realize,
she whispered to herself, without sound, without code, without guilt.
— "I'm sorry, my friend. But this is only the end for me."
Lorenz did not feel it.
Did not hurt.
He simply gazed into the void and exhaled—
without knowing it was his last breath.
(Trama Log_000027 – Subject Hartmann: Terminal Phase Initiated.)
