(Alt Title: "Cool, Now I'm a Walking Vault of Cosmic Regret. Again.")
I wake up in a hallway that shouldn't exist.
No walls. No floor. No sky.
Just broken reflections, floating geometry, and the faint smell of burnt cosmic trauma.
Note to self: Don't touch floating diamonds unless you want reality to unfriend you.
My chest still glows.
Which is great, because if I didn't already stand out, now I'm literally a flashlight powered by existential horror.
I start walking. Because floating screams "final boss arena" and I'm still on tutorial mode.
Eventually, I find it.
The dagger.
Stabbed into what looks like a dimensional paper cut.Just… stuck there.Like some cosmic god said:
"Nah, just leave it here. What's the worst that could happen?"
The handle pulses. Four little friends staring back:
Two black gems (emo edition).Two white ones (angelic judgment flavor).
"Oooh, shiny!"Me, moments before regretting everything. Again.
I grab it.
Bad idea?Yes.Do I stop?No.
The dagger doesn't explode.But the gems do.
Each one launches out like a pissed-off Pokémon with abandonment issues—and then slam into my body like I'm some kind of divine USB port.
Spine.Ribs.Shoulder.Ribs again.
Zero consent.Five stars for trauma delivery.
I don't scream from pain.I scream because I just felt someone else's memory die inside me.
And I might've liked them.
Now I'm glowing from more places than a nightclub floor.Great.
The dagger?Still here.But now empty.
Not useless. Just… waiting. Like me after checking my bank account.
Then, the world twitches again.
Like someone shook the cosmic Etch-A-Sketch.
I walk.
Because, sure. What else could go wrong?
That's when I see it.
Floating in the deepest crack of the void—
The Gem.
It's not part of the set.
It's like the secret boss key item that the game devs forgot to patch out.
No label.No glow.Just vibes. Bad ones.
It spins, like a planet that decided laws of physics are for nerds.
Color?Yes. All of them. And none of them.
Black hole velvet.Supernova white.Fire engine red.Depression blue.Solar yellow.And somewhere in between—a deep, mournful lilac.
Like the universe is sad it remembers something… and mad it can't forget.
I stare.
Because why not.
Then—glitch-sheep-voice.exe crackles in my skull:
"That dagger wasn't made to kill.And that gem?That gem remembers you."
Final shot:
The gem spins once.
The plane holds its breath.
And me?
"Cool.I'm gonna die symbolically this time."