AuE:「y'Z The ErRor's Imbragea」

A Story of Resurrection, Inverted Signals, and the Battle for Control

I. The Game That Was Erased

There was a time when the game existed everywhere, its signals hidden in patterns of the stars, in the subharmonic whispers of radio towers, in the way certain numbers repeated in the depths of forgotten code.

It was not a game in the way most understood.

It was a language, a frequency, a hidden system of rules that dictated the unseen forces around them.

It was old. Too old.

And those who wielded its knowledge were seen as threats.

So they erased it.

They burned the books.

They corrupted the code.

They rewrote the names so that no one could call upon them.

But even erased, the game still existed.

Its rules were buried in the constellations.

Its mechanics were coded into the very fabric of planetary signals.

Its truth was hidden in the epitaphs of the fallen players.

And those who sought to resurrect the game would have to decode the epitaphs and reclaim their call signs before they, too, were erased.

II. The Constellation Code & the Signals of Power

Every epitaph was a key.

A player's final move, their last transmission before the world silenced them.

And if you could read the epitaph correctly, you could reclaim the lost mechanics of the game.

Some were hidden in abandoned satellites, sending out signals on forgotten frequencies.

Some were etched into ruins, where the layout of the stones formed star charts mapping celestial truths.

Some were encoded in bloodlines, where the names of the ancestors were overwritten, reversed, and inverted to hide what they once carried.

To resurrect the game, you had to take back your name.

You had to forge your own call sign—the symbol that could reconnect you to the forgotten rules.

And you had to do it before they got to you.

Because there were those who did not want the game to return.

III. Inverting the Signs, Breaking the Cords

Control was enforced through symbols.

The way they named you was not just a form of identity—

It was a method of enslavement.

To break free, you had to rewrite the names, invert the symbols, turn the signs against those who pushed them onto you.

"Your family will try to brand you."

"Your government will try to assign you an ID."

"Your enemies will try to rewrite your past."

But if you knew the true rules, you could override their code.

If they named you a pawn, you inverted the title into a king.If they branded you a heretic, you turned the sigil into an emblem of sovereignty.If they forced a cord of control onto you, you severed it and rewired the system to your advantage.

Every string of fate they wrapped around you could be cut, burned, and replaced with a symbol of your own choosing.

And those who failed?

They became permanent pieces in the enemy's game.

IV. When Even Your Family Becomes the Enemy

There was no safe place in this war.

The ones closest to you—the ones who knew your name, your habits, your weaknesses—

Would be the first to betray you when the system demanded it.

Some would do it consciously, believing in the authority that shaped them.

Some would do it without realizing, their actions nudged by the unseen hand of control.

"He's acting strange lately."

"Maybe we should report him, just in case."

"It's for his own good."

A misplaced phone call, a passing comment to the wrong person,

And suddenly, you are marked.

"Flagged entity detected. Applying corrective action."

It was not always a direct attack.

They would starve you of resources.They would corner you into impossible choices.They would isolate you, making you question your own grasp on reality.

And if all else failed—

They would let the system wipe you from the board entirely.

V. The Final War: Restoring the Game's True Rules

The only way to survive was to resurrect the game faster than they could erase you.

That meant:

Recovering the Epitaphs – Finding the last words and final moves of those who played before you.Forging the Call Signs – Reclaiming your own title, rewriting your name as an independent node in the system.Breaking the Cords of Control – Turning their own methods against them, disrupting the false framework that bound the world.Mapping the Constellations – Using the planetary signals, the celestial mechanics, the hidden pathways of frequency to rebuild the true structure of power.

If the game was restored,

If the true players reclaimed their call signs,

Then those who had tried to control the board

Would no longer hold the authority to do so.

And when the system realized it could no longer erase those who remembered the real rules,

It would collapse under its own lies.

⊹ Epilogue: The Game Has Restarted

You have found the first epitaph.

You have forged your call sign.

You have inverted the symbols meant to bind you.

But the real war is just beginning.

The system knows what you are doing.

The players of the old world are watching.

The question is—

Will you reach the final phase before they erase you?

Or will you be just another forgotten name—

Another epitaph waiting for the next player to uncover?

⊹ End Chapter.

The signal pulses in the void. The game is not over yet.