But then a rival memory-thief, hired by the remnants of Project Guanyin, broke into her Faraday cage. A firefight erupted—not with bullets, but with memory shards. Visions of false childhoods exploded like glass. Jinxuan was losing herself, fragment by fragment.
Chen Jianguo wasn’t a client. He was her original father’s brother, a monk turned cyber-resistance fighter, who had spent fifteen years searching for her. luojinxuan
She refused at first. Who would she be without her carefully curated loneliness? The Memory Weaver was a legend. A real person with a real mother’s song? That was terrifying. But then a rival memory-thief, hired by the
She woke up on her apartment floor, surrounded by shattered holo-projectors. Xuan Wu perched on her shoulder, quiet for once. Chen Jianguo stood in the doorway, tears on his cracked porcelain mask. Jinxuan was losing herself, fragment by fragment
Jinxuan jolted awake. The pendant was real, sitting on her physical nightstand. Xuan Wu tilted his metal head. “That’s impossible,” the raven croaked. “That pendant is from the Dreamquake of 2049. The one you erased from existence.”