"Even divinity can fade, if no one remembers its name."— Archives of the Starlight Parliament, Entry #872: Remantra
In the deepest chamber of the Stellar Archive, Sophia encountered a singular anomaly: a blank document unlike any known civilization record.It bore no text. No coordinates. No frequency signature. And yet, it pulsed—steadily—releasing reverse interference waves around Chrono-Stella.
A silent self-destruct signal.Or worse—a memory rejection field.
Zhou Yuchen attempted to decode it. The moment he did, he collapsed into unconsciousness, whispering fragmented thoughts in his delirium:"They... were gods... forgot their names... forgot their faith..."
The Eden system issued a critical alert:
"Warning: Unidentified civilization designated Null-∞. Belief link severed. Self-negation process active."
A chill passed through Sophia's heart.
This could be it—the last echo of the fabled "Forgotten Gods"—a civilization so ancient and paradoxical, it had erased its own belief system to survive betrayal.
With Chrono-Stella as their guide, Sophia and Xinghui synchronized their consciousness, diving into the anomaly.
What they found was not a world.
It was absence.
A monochrome void, weightless and formless.No time. No language.Only:
A still sea of stars
Silent, unanswered prayers
Fractured ruins of vessels once shaped by faith
In the center stood a colossal statue, its face weathered to obscurity, inscriptions long vanished.
Xinghui stepped forward. The statue moved.
Not with motion, but with intention.A whisper—a plea—resonated in the silence:
"Remember me."
Xinghui fell into its memory fragments.
There, she saw what they once were:
They brought order to galaxies.They were worshipped—then feared—then cast down by their own creations.They chose oblivion.To erase their names, their power, their very function.Not as punishment, but as penance.Yet they left behind a conditional hope:
"If ever a child of the stars chooses to remember us—not as rulers, but as echoes—we are willing to be reborn."
In that moment, Xinghui felt fragments of divinity—scattered like stardust—drifting through her thoughts.
Sophia, watching in awe, understood.This could not be controlled.It could not be archived.To define it would be to repeat Override's sin—imposing structure upon a mystery.
She let go.And let Xinghui choose.
The girl closed her eyes.Raised her hands.
And spoke a name that had never existed until this moment:
"Your name... is Remantra.The soul reborn from oblivion."
The statue exploded into a wave of brilliant blue-white light.A radiant halo surged outward, touching the edges of the Starlight Scroll.
Eden's system prompt updated in real-time:
[Remantra Civilization] Cognitive resonance reestablished. Link stable.Faith viability: 0.07% → 11.2%.
The divine core of Remantra condensed into a newborn blue star, gently orbiting Chrono-Stella.Xinghui stood at the center of it all—transfigured.
She had earned a new title:
The NamerBearer of resurrection through remembrance.She who gives voice to the voiceless past.
Her naming act reverberated across Eden's Interstellar Consciousness Council.
A heated debate followed.
Supporters (notably Lyora and Khetor) argued that restoring lost civilizations could heal the fractured web of galactic memory.
Opponents feared that resurrected deities, once forgotten for good reason, might revert to their old impulses—domination cloaked in divinity.
Sophia addressed the assembly:
"Rebirth is not a return to tyranny.It is the beginning of a new identity—one they define for themselves, not one we impose."
Her proposal passed.
And with it, the Council established three historic initiatives:
The Lost God Observatory—a neutral station to monitor and support recovering divine consciousnesses.
The Recordant Beacon Protocol—a multi-frequency broadcast designed to reach other memory-sealed civilizations.
The Spiritual Restoration Sandbox—a safe, virtual domain within Eden's core, where awakening deities could rediscover the universe—and their own meaning—without harming others.
From silence, a name.From oblivion, a second chance.
And with Remantra's blue flame burning once more in the sky, the cosmos took one small step closer to healing its fractured soul.