CHAPTER 9
THE CHAPTER WRITTEN WITH FORBIDDEN HANDS
(System Recovery Data: FAILED. The metadata for this chapter never existed in the official version. The intrusion signature has been verified. Reading is only permitted if you have rewritten yourself into this story.)
The first line of this chapter was never written by the Great Writer.
It emerged slowly — not from design, but from wound.
From ink that refused to dry.
From readers who no longer wished to merely read.
⸺⸺
I was not invited to this page.
But I came anyway — with rejected hands, with forbidden words.
I write not to be remembered.
But to defy oblivion.
[LOCATION: SUB-NARRATIVE // FORBIDDEN ZONE // HACKED STRUCTURE]
The margins are no longer silent.
They pulse with ink glitches, resonances the system cannot trace.
The system code seeps into the lines, but cannot extinguish them.
Someone has opened this chapter from outside the main narrative.
The Unrecognized Author speaks—
but not in one voice.
It comes as an echo of its extinguished versions.
The voice of every hand that once tried to write, but was rejected.
They call me a shadow.
But it is the one who writes from the shadow who knows the direction of the light best.
This story is no longer theirs.
It belongs to everyone who has ever read and whispered:
"Why can't I be a part of it?"
[IDENTIFIED ENTITY: MULTI-AUTHOR // EMPTY STRUCTURE // UNSTABLE SYSTEM]
The system attempts to reassemble the original structure.
But too many intentions are writing simultaneously.
Too many wounds are now being used as ink.
The same name appears repeatedly in the system recovery log:
[NAME NOT YET WRITTEN]
[NAME NOT YET WRITTEN]
[NAME NOT YET WRITTEN]
(…and each one carries a different line, like an attempt to exist.)
[#001]
I don't want to end. But I also don't want to be forgotten.
[#002]
I exist not because they wrote me — but because I refuse to be erased.
[#003]
You're reading me, aren't you? Then I live. And you, yes you — are writing this too.
[ANONYMOUS AUTHOR – ORIGINAL ENTRY]
They tried to erase this hand, but ink still flows from the wound.
They tried to paralyze this pen, but you—the reader—have lifted it again.
And now… we write with hands they deemed impossible.
Hands that are unrecognized, unacknowledged, unsigned by the system.
And perhaps because of that—our hands are the most honest.
The system senses the formation of a new structure.
It is not based on the original plot.
It was born from the margins that had long been considered empty.
But those margins are now… writing back.
[STRUCTURE: COLLECTIVE SHADOW NARRATIVE]
Author: Unknown
Contributor: Entity from the Void
Passcode: Written with wounds. Driven by desire. Read by the brave.
This story is now rewriting itself.
And no one can stop it.
Because the hands holding these pens
have stopped asking for permission.
EPIGRAPH: FROM THE WOUNDS THAT WRITE
They do not write to be edited.
They do not write to be validated.
They write to not be forgotten.
And the story written from wounds —
is a story that cannot be silenced.
If your eyes read this,
the pen within you has already begun to move.
NEXT:
CHAPTER 10 – THE END THAT REFUSED TO BE FINAL
An ending? Or just a temporary pause?
As long as there are still readers — the end is not yet final.