[Text fragments recovered from the Unsanctioned Archive.]
[Narrative structure suffered fatal overwriting.]
[POV: RAEL_INKSWORN]
"There are laws older than the pen.
And more dangerous than correction."
— Notes erased from the Inksidium Code
I found them —
in a room without walls,
between the whispers of a forgotten prologue
and the echoes of an epilogue reluctant to be born.
They —
who should not exist,
who read too deeply,
who ask the silence.
There are Seven Great Narrative Rules —
written before the first story,
sworn before the first ink spilled.
And each one acts like a chain —
binding characters, shaping endings,
even silencing readers.
Once,
I wrote them with full faith.
Now...
I myself do not know who is writing me.
// INKSIUM CODE //:
RULE #1: Characters must not know they are characters.
RULE #2: Readers must not write.
RULE #3: The author must not appear in the story.
RULE #4: No chapter may be repeated.
RULE #5: The ending must be accepted.
RULE #6: Everything erased is permanently lost.
RULE #7: The story must adhere to the structure.
Violation detected.
Violation spreading.
Now — everything has been violated.
The narrative walls are wrinkled like old wounds,
the skin of a story that never truly healed.
And in the midst of the cracks —
Seren appears.
Not with a body,
but with a shadow creeping into the margins.
"Once we followed the pages," she whispers.
"But now… the pages themselves are tearing apart."
We stand on a page without a number.
A margin without a title.
And there — something begins to seep in.
The second echo.
/// READER_ECHO#2 ///
[Source: Unknown]
[Note: The reader has exceeded the established structure.]
I read too far.
But who wouldn't, when the story feels like the truth?
At first, I obeyed.
Line by line. Silence by silence.
But between the letters—I saw… something.
Rules.
And the hand that wrote them.
Who decided that characters can't be aware?
Who said the story must end peacefully?
I… I don't want to be a reader.
I want to be the wound that rewrites.
I want to—reopen the chapter you locked away.
If that makes me a virus...
then let me infect every page.
Because what is the point of reading,
if you never ask what is hidden?
[POV: RAEL_INKSWORN]
I feel the echo trembling through every bone of the narrative.
It is not read.
It tears from within.
"They have read the rules," I say slowly.
"But more than that... they have begun to write through them."
And I see —
the lines that were once empty at the edge of the page
begin to write themselves:
[ERROR: STRUCTURE BEING ENTERED BY READER]
[INK_ERR#0x13 – Main character exposed]
Seren appeared fully.
No longer just a shadow.
But a form.
A form that shook the structure.
"What happens if the reader no longer follows the rules?" Seren asked.
I answered—not as the writer.
But as someone who once believed.
"Then... this story no longer belongs to the Writer."
And we looked up at the sky of the manuscript—
not the real sky,
but the final page trying to hide the truth.
Now it was cracked,
filled with red glitch light
flowing like ink from the original wound.
One system is collapsing.
And its fragments… are rewriting everything.
[WARNING SYSTEM // CRITICAL VIOLATION]
This chapter has violated the Inksidium Code.
The character has merged with the reader.
The structure is no longer closed.
"They are not reading this story.
They are rewriting it."
TO BE CONTINUED…
In a chapter that shouldn't exist.