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Welcome. Branching paths of contradiction await suitable explorers. It all intersects here. Each path holds its own story. Choose wisely.

Divergent Reconnection

Inspiration.

[There is a fully furnished server rack next to this corridor. Wires seem to protrude from the ten unit server and trail into the darkness of the tunnel. The screen fixed to the front of the rack is opened to a command prompt window.]

The Conversation | The Void | Stasis | Deception | Dissent | Resonance | Behemoth | Multiplicity | Schism | Suspend | Thread | Vendors | Memoir | Doppelganger | Power | A choice. | Finality... | ...is Conditional | Another Path | Branches | Sustainability | Idiocy | Extension | Experimentation | Resistance | Relinquishment | Warp and Weft | Regression | Abscess | Tension | Ease

[There is a notebook underneath the server rack. You pick it up and open it, unveiling the scribbling contained within.]

Supplementary Stories

Lost in the Dark | Incorrect Port

Asks

Discovery | Feedback | Final Comments

Fan Artwork

Blistering with Light | The Moon | Bench | Marketable Plushie | Reflection | The Duo |

Echoes of Survival

[A wristwatch devoid of any features indicative of an ordinary watch lies in the entrance to this corridor. An orange ring pulses brightly on the face of the watch. At the edge of the shadow obscuring this branch, the red light of an active tape recorder flashes at you dimly.]

The Calm | The Storm | Intercepted Transmission | Second Agent | Empathy | Premonition | Betrayal | Recuperation | Paranoia | Reprieve | Denouement

Strands of Fear

[This corridor's entrance has various chunks of rock scattered within it, along with a pervasive dark green smoke which appears to be acting as fog. Wading into the smoke gives you the impression that you are being watched. You also notice a fragment of energy embedded in the corridor's wall which seems to have trouble identifying as fire or electricity or string or some kind of dark matter or a blue ice.]

Formulation | Exposition | Breach... | ...

[One hallway has no item laid in its entrance. This hallway is brightly lit, which stands in stark contrast to the shadowed depths of the other hallways. There are numerous doors contained within this hall.]

Miscellaneous

Zero’s Chronicles

[A filing cabinet, welded shut, stands next to the door. The door itself glows a distinct bright green, seemingly made of bright green magical threads. A wire from the aforementioned server rack trails under the door.]

Was, Is, Will Be

[A set of three clocks decorate the front of the door. The door appears to be composed of a polished marble. The material casts its own white light onto the floor in front of itself.]

Methane Time Rifts

[This door reeks of an unidentifiable chemical smell. The door itself seems to be made of metal, and there is a lever in the center that cranks the two metal parts apart vertically to open the door. You subconsciously think that this door would fit perfectly on a space station.]

[Situated within the center of the room, a small lectern stands, made of a darkened wood. A book rests upon it, with a pen nestled into the spine. You get the feeling that a story would come of what you wrote onto the pages.]

[The rest of the doors seem to be composed of particleboard. They are all locked.]

Some may experience such a reflection in a drastic form.

I must acknowledge the original proprietor of this story’s humble beginnings, @purplebehittindifferent, who provided me the opportunity to create an intricately woven story. Without you, this tale would not exist. I extend my deepest gratitude to you, and wish you well in your own original adventures.

To my acquaintances, whose tales far exceed the quality of my own, I am thankful for your sustained investment in my cast beyond the bounds of this tale. I implore you to continue your own stories, as I am certain you are fully capable of exceeding my own qualities.

To you, my reader, I owe my journey to you. Without your presence, this story would not have evolved and grown into its current spiraling incarnation which intertwines itself irreversibly with many. I am eternally pleased with the fact that you willingly chose to subject yourself to my work, and I hope you will continue to willingly do so.

This is not an end to the series. The primary story will remain unmodified, yet the series remains an unending work in progress. Tales will be completed, in the case of Zero’s Chronicles, and additional supplemental tales will be created.

I thank you for your support.

You earned it, after all.

When entities beyond life attempt to amplify our trove, the effects are devastating.

There is always a potential for them to release the energy in a productive manner. Tension often urges individuals forward.

It is to shatter through an entrance and clear a path for the others behind you.