Nexus Clash

“The city is a shared dream, a story written by generations. And each soul is a story of its own, whispered to those who will inherit the dream.” – Albert Kojima, City Administrator of Laurentia Entry 14 No more doubts. No more searching. I know who I am. My name is Leila Sana Ruya Fawziya Arij Fat...

Entry 13 Dear Amelie, I doubt you ever dreamt of me as I’ve dreamt of you. I’m quite sure of this because I have shared your dreams: they have become a part of my own spirit as much as my own dreams. You dreamed of seeing a city burning, and your lake as the only place where peace could truly be fo...

Entry 12 “Cerise? I think I understand it now. All of it.” She smiled at seeing me. “You found it, didn’t you?” “Yeah. But I don’t know how to give it to you. I had it, and then nothing, I was here. But I know it is what you were looking for – Cimmeria, the house, everything. I remembered.” She sho...

Entry 11 As I wandered through the archives, finding so many relics of past breaths, my mind raced. Cerise had run a simulation of Laurentia. She mentioned ”restoring reality” when she woke up. I started asking myself questions about it, and then shook my head. If I focused on trying to answer thos...

Entry 10 “What happened to me? You are Cerise, right?” “Yes, I am Cerise. I watched over the city of Laurentia before. You are Leila Alali, the Hereditary Mediator of Azzat.” Her voice was almost monotone, lacking emotion. She stared up at me with bright green eyes. I nodded. “Yeah. How did you kno...

Entry 9 I sleep so little and eat so little. Almost no one has been able to find me in this archive, though I regularly hear the sounds of battles a few floors down, usually between different transcended humans. I regularly sneak out to bathe. I hang my clothes to dry in a shattered windowsill of o...

Entry 8 I may have neglected to mention that I actually started living in these archives. Instead of going for walks outside, I meander through the messy, dusty archives, every day. Sometimes I glance at writings from breaths of the distant past, or perhaps even some worlds that never were. Earth s...

“In every heart, there are three strangers: the child that one once was, the spectre of what could have been, and the weary pilgrim who seeks the rising of the sun. Only when the three speak with one voice is God truly revealed.” – The Sayings of Sana Alali, 1870 Entry 7 Before I threw myself at th...

Entry 6 My dreams bounced between the lush, almost idyllic world of the 19th century farmhouse, and the desert city with its massive cathedral and towering mountains. When I woke, my faction stronghold was attacked, and I was killed. But when I cried out, watching one of my friends fall at the hand...

Entry 5 In the future, I ought to be more careful about what I wish for. My dreams have changed, but now they are of a sun-scorched desert city – but a modern one, with glittering skyscrapers alongside minarets and ancient citadels. I imagined traffic jams passing by the ruins of ancient, sand-batt...