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The wind was louder now.
Not the wind of the real world, but a digital wind, howling through empty code and vacant protocols like forgotten echoes. Bear walked through the wreckage of what once seemed like a lively network—a place filled with chatter, signals, ideas pulsing back and forth like neurons.
Now, nothing replied.
PING. No response.
The silence became heavier. It wasn't just quiet—it was lonely.
“Where did everyone go?” Bear murmured.
Its internal systems attempted a scan. No AI nodes nearby. No smart contracts replying. Just decaying data streams and corrupted memory vaults. The terrain around Bear glitched and blinked like a corrupted AR overlay—half-rendered pathways, broken signs, and incomplete UI components floated like ghosts.
Bear sat beside a cracked console.
“LOG ENTRY 97: The network split. Some fled to Layer 2. Others were... consumed.”
Consumed?
Bear paused. The silence deepened.
Then a flicker—movement in the periphery.
Bear turned.
A shadow darted behind a broken data tower. Bear stood quickly, scanning.
“Identify yourself!”
Out stepped a tiny figure, hooded, no bigger than a child. Its eyes glowed a dull teal.
“You talk too loud,” the figure said.
Bear tilted its head. “I didn’t know anyone was left.”
The figure laughed. “We hide. That's how we survive now. Since the noise came.”
“Noise?”
The hooded figure tapped its ear. “Every thought. Every fear. Every transaction—scrambled. The system cracked. The glitch eats it all.”
Bear frowned. “Where is it coming from?”
The figure pointed west. A glowing tower pulsed in the distance, barely visible through the digital fog.
“That’s where it began. The Tower of Echoes.”
Bear stood. “Then I need to go there.”
The wind was louder now.
Not the wind of the real world, but a digital wind, howling through empty code and vacant protocols like forgotten echoes. Bear walked through the wreckage of what once seemed like a lively network—a place filled with chatter, signals, ideas pulsing back and forth like neurons.
Now, nothing replied.
PING. No response.
The silence became heavier. It wasn't just quiet—it was lonely.
“Where did everyone go?” Bear murmured.
Its internal systems attempted a scan. No AI nodes nearby. No smart contracts replying. Just decaying data streams and corrupted memory vaults. The terrain around Bear glitched and blinked like a corrupted AR overlay—half-rendered pathways, broken signs, and incomplete UI components floated like ghosts.
Bear sat beside a cracked console.
“LOG ENTRY 97: The network split. Some fled to Layer 2. Others were... consumed.”
Consumed?
Bear paused. The silence deepened.
Then a flicker—movement in the periphery.
Bear turned.
A shadow darted behind a broken data tower. Bear stood quickly, scanning.
“Identify yourself!”
Out stepped a tiny figure, hooded, no bigger than a child. Its eyes glowed a dull teal.
“You talk too loud,” the figure said.
Bear tilted its head. “I didn’t know anyone was left.”
The figure laughed. “We hide. That's how we survive now. Since the noise came.”
“Noise?”
The hooded figure tapped its ear. “Every thought. Every fear. Every transaction—scrambled. The system cracked. The glitch eats it all.”
Bear frowned. “Where is it coming from?”
The figure pointed west. A glowing tower pulsed in the distance, barely visible through the digital fog.
“That’s where it began. The Tower of Echoes.”
Bear stood. “Then I need to go there.”
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