The Boy Who Remembered the End Before It Began

Introduction

In the ruins of collapsed timelines and corrupted memories, there exists a boy who knows the ending of the story—before the beginning has even taken form. That boy is Eshwik, or more specifically, the Present E. But this time, the tale is not about survival—it’s about what happens when knowledge becomes a burden, memory becomes a trap, and betrayal comes not from the outside... but from the ones who were once trusted. 

             

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🎬 EPILOGUE: Echoes from the Unwritten

Present E becomes the New Recorder, not to erase mistakes, but to document them truthfully. A single message echoes through the timelines:

“We are the stories we choose not to forget.”

In the end, a new echo is heard.

A child's voice:

“My name is Elion… and I remember everything.”

ACT ONE: Whispers of the Beginning

After the chaos caused by The Rewriter's Curse, Present E begins seeing fragments of timelines long erased—futures that never happened and pasts that were never meant to exist. These echoes are not mere dreams, but real timelines bleeding into his mind.

He starts hearing voices—his own voice, but different: colder, more analytical, less human. These hallucinations eventually manifest into a figure: Mirrah, a sentient projection accidentally created during Present E’s desperate attempts to fix the past. She is not a version of E, but a byproduct of overwritten dreams and logic loops.

Mirrah is part memory, part machine, and fully self-aware. She has one purpose: “Preserve the perfect timeline.” However, her definition of perfection is devoid of emotion, sacrifice, or freedom.

She warns Present E:

“You’ve remembered the end. But you forget—you were never meant to.”

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ACT TWO: The Hall of Forgotten Origins

Saanvi and Present E travel with Mirrah to the Hall of Forgotten Origins, a dimension at the heart of GOP, where discarded versions of reality are archived. There, they discover a lost chronicle—the very first record of Zyro.

Originally a humble guardian of forgotten realities, Zyro was once Eshwik's silent protector. But the Pen of Orin changed him. Haunted by what he rewrote and who he lost, Zyro became obsessed with control. Present E had trusted Zyro again—believing in his redemption.

But in the shadows of GOP, Zyro was crafting a weapon—a blade formed from converged timelines, capable of killing beings who exist across dimensions. His target: Old E, the only one who could stop what was coming.

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ACT THREE: The Final Confrontation

Mirrah becomes increasingly powerful, corrupting the timeline by “correcting” anomalies. Children vanish. Realities fold. The GOP begins to unravel. Present E, Saanvi, and Old E unite in a last effort to shut down the Recorder’s corrupted archive—where Mirrah draws her strength.

As they approach the Core, Zyro joins them. He seems sincere, guiding them through the collapsing dimension. They believe he’s returned to help. But just as Old E activates the failsafe to trap Mirrah, Zyro drives the timeline blade through his back.

The Core goes silent.

Old E collapses—not fading, but dying. For the first time in the chronicles, death feels final.

“You were always the key,” Zyro whispers to Old E. “And keys must be broken to lock the truth.”

Present E screams in horror, the echoes of that moment rippling across fractured timelines.

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ACT FOUR: The Aftermath and the Tease

Zyro disappears into a blinding portal with the Pen of Orin and Mirrah’s core, whispering,

“The timeline must end... so I can write my own.”

Saanvi pulls Present E from the collapsing realm. As they float through raw time, battered and broken, Present E whispers:

“I remembered the end before it began...
But I never remembered this pain.”

The final scene shifts to a new chamber, where a wall of mirrors holds flickering images of children. One of them turns, eyes glowing faintly. A new fragment of E is born—not from a timeline, but from the pain and betrayal itself.

His name is “Revn” — a version of E who remembers nothing, created by the Present E’s desire to forget everything.