There was no sky.
No stars.
No ground.
Only light.
Soft. Infinite.
Like standing in the heart of a forgotten dream.
Ayaan opened his eyes first.
Then Anaya.
Their hands were still intertwined.
No pulse.
No breath.
Yet they were alive.
"Where are we?" she whispered.
"I think… we're outside everything."
A voice echoed—not loud, but felt deep inside them.
As if it spoke not to their ears, but their souls.
"You broke the loop.
But now, you must decide its legacy."
From the emptiness, two doors appeared.
One made of glass.
One made of ashes.
The voice continued:
"Door of Forgetting: Step through, and everything ends.
You will be free. But you will be erased. Forever."
"Door of Becoming: Step through, and build again.
No loops. No resets.
But you must carry all pain… all love… and all truth."
They looked at each other.
Ayaan's eyes were heavy.
"How many versions of us have died?"
"Too many," Anaya whispered.
"And in every one… we found each other."
The light shimmered again.
And this time, it formed something new:
A child.
Curled up in shadow.
Flickering like a dying spark.
"Who is that?" Anaya asked, stepping forward.
The voice answered:
"That is your daughter.
Born only once…
but lost in every cycle."
Anaya dropped to her knees.
"She existed…?"
"Yes. For five minutes.
Then time reset.
She has waited for you here ever since."
Ayaan's hands trembled.
He stepped beside her.
"We can't forget her."
"Then choose the door of Becoming," the voice said.
"But know this:
You will remember everything.
Even the pain.
Especially the pain."
They stood in silence.
Then Anaya said,
"If we're the loopbreakers…
let's build something better."
Ayaan nodded.
"No more running.
No more forgetting."
They stepped toward the Door of Becoming.
The child looked up.
And for the first time
smiled.
As they passed through
The emptiness around them cracked.
Color bled into the light.
Skies unfolded.
Mountains, oceans, cities—
all blooming from memory and choice.
They were building not the old world…
…but a new one.
Free from loops.
Free from resets.
Born from truth and love.
They stood in the center of this new world.
Ayaan. Anaya. And their daughterAmara.
And this time
Time did not tick.
It flowed.
Naturally.
Softly.
Eternally.