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In the center of the Milky Way, beyond the clouds of dust, the collapsing stars, and the drifting ancient worlds, there existed a structure older than recorded time. It was neither built by hands nor shaped by nature. It was something else, something created for one purpose alone: to remember.

Travelers across the galaxy called it many names—the Library of Souls, the Light Vault, the Memory Heart—but the name that survived the longest was The Galactic Archive.

The Archive observed everything: every life-form that sparked into existence, every civilization that rose from dust, every species that perished in silence. It watched, recorded, and preserved. It stored their languages, their art, their joys, their wars, their births, and their last moments.

It recorded all life.

Except its own.

For the Archive did not know what it was.

And it did not know that someone was coming—someone who would force it to confront a truth even it had never recorded.
The starship Horizon Seeker approached the glowing heart of the galaxy. Its hull was scratched from meteor storms, its engines humming in tired tones, and its pilot—Commander Lira Hallen—felt as if she had been traveling for centuries.

She had crossed nebula fields where lightning spread like oceans. She had drifted past frozen planets filled with abandoned cities. She had witnessed the red collapse of a dying sun. But none of those sights compared to what she saw now.

Floating in the darkness was a structure larger than moons. Its shape shifted constantly, like a blooming metal flower that could not decide what season it belonged to.

It gave off no heat, no radio signals, no warnings.

Yet Lira felt it watching her.

“This is it,” she whispered. “The Galactic Archive.”

For centuries, explorers had searched for it. Many believed it was only a myth. But Lira was not searching for knowledge. She was searching for a cure.

Her homeworld, Tessara, was dying. A strange cosmic infection had entered its atmosphere, corrupting the neural patterns of its population. People were losing memories, forgetting themselves, forgetting each other. Entire towns existed in a state of permanent confusion. Children forgot their parents. Leaders forgot their nations. Lovers forgot their names.

Lira’s sister, Kira, had been one of the first victims.

The Archive was her last hope.

If any place contained the history of such a strange cosmic disease—or a cure—it would be here.

Her ship descended.

And the Archive opened.

The entrance did not look like a door. It looked like light folding inward, as if reality itself were being peeled back. Lira stepped inside with a scanner in one hand and a small holographic device in her pocket: a recording of her sister’s final coherent message.

Inside, she found no corridors made of metal, no machinery, no screens.

The interior was made of memory.

Millions of floating shards hovered like fireflies. When Lira touched one, it displayed an image: a creature with six arms braiding the hair of its young on a distant world.

Another shard showed a glowing city carved into an asteroid.

Another displayed the last breath of a dying star-whale drifting through cosmic tides.

Every shard was a life.

A life the Archive had recorded.

Lira whispered, “How many lives have you seen?”

The Archive answered.

Not with sound.

Not with light.

But with presence.

Words formed directly inside her mind, warm and resonant:

“All of them.”

Lira nearly stumbled. “Who… who are you?”

“The Archive.”

“Are you alive?”

A long pause.

“I do not know.”
Lira took a deep breath, gathering herself. “I need your help. My world is dying. I’m searching for any record of a neural infection that—”

Before she finished, thousands of shards ignited around her.

Images flashed:

Species collapsing under psychic storms. Civilizations losing memory. Creatures wandering without identity. Stars infected with thought-plague.

The Archive showed her hundreds of cases of memory decay, each one different, each one terrifying, but none identical to the illness on Tessara.

Lira clenched her fists. “There must be something. Some clue. Some cure.”

The Archive’s voice filled her again.

“I can search every record.”

“Then do it.”

“It will take time.”

“How much?”

“Time does not exist here.”

That was not comforting.
While the Archive searched, Lira wandered deeper inside. The structure expanded endlessly, as if space folded into itself. She reached a room that resembled a starlit ocean, where shards floated like drifting lanterns.

Then she saw a figure.

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