A drawing of Zane in style of the cover of "Memory Reboot" by VØJ & Narvent + the original cover
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A drawing of Zane in style of the cover of "Memory Reboot" by VØJ & Narvent + the original cover

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Live to remember
Live to remember — that’s his creed.
Not to forgive. Not to heal. Just to carry it.
Because love like that doesn’t die — it sinks into your bones, fuses with your reason to keep going.
It becomes the one thing they couldn’t take from him.
And in a world that left him with nothing, that memory became everything.
You don’t admire him because he’s a killer.
But you don’t feel disgust either.
You watch him — because he doesn’t stop.
Even when the pain should’ve broken him.
He doesn’t run from death. He walks beside it.
And when the world expects him to fall… he keeps walking.
Quiet. Precise. Relentless.
He’s not perfect.
He’s made mistakes. Crossed lines.
He’s been death to some, and salvation to others.
But there’s something in him — a strength you can’t be taught.
And that’s why you feel something strange when you look at him.
A killer shouldn’t seem noble… should he?
But there he stands.
With sadness in his eyes.
And still — he chooses to stand.
It’s not pride. Not rage.
It’s memory. It’s loyalty.
It’s love.
He doesn’t fight to be remembered.
He fights to honor.
Because neither time, nor grief, nor blood — can erase the love that made him who he is.
starting off DOJ with this song
music generally gets me into the atmosphere and no kind of music does that the same way synthwave (memory reboot style) gives me.
(edited: improved the mixing here)
(edited x2: improved mixing yet again)
"You're a good Warden, Rook."
WARNING: FLASHING EFFECTS & VEILGUARD SPOILERS

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hi bestie! sorry if you've already been asked about new chapter of memory reboot, but i literally can't waittttt! maybe you can post some blurbs?im dying here
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Oh, I'm so glad people still remember MR! I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish it, but I really want it to be good! So, the last chapter will be from Patrick's POV and yeah, of course I can share some drafts! I hope it cheers you up a bit!
MEMORY REBOOT / Kingdom Hearts AMV
The Shadowcatcher's Heart_
_fanfiction
Lena x Jack_
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Lena stirred her matcha, the pale green liquid a stark contrast to the grey London rain lashing against the panoramic windows of her lavish apartment. It was a cold winter’s day, the city a muted symphony of distant sirens and the rhythmic thump of hovercars. Months had passed since her return from the Off-Colony of Mars 1, yet the memory of Jack, sharp and vivid as a freshly-etched scar, remained.
He’d been a constant, quiet presence in her mind since she returned to Earth. This morning, the familiar riff of Pearl Jam's "Even Flow", his favourite band, blew open a floodgate of memories. They'd talked about music that night in the cramped, underground bunker, a fragile haven amidst the red dust and the ever-present threat of the replicant surge. For a black ops commander, Jack was surprisingly chatty, his piercing blue eyes reflecting the flickering emergency lights. His soft male voice was a stark contrast to the hardened exterior he presented to the world, thrummed in her ears.
Setting the cup in the small side table, she reached for her datapad, her fingers hovering over the encrypted contact she’d deleted months ago. A simple message, a simple question- Still out there? The words burned in her mind. She knew that even if she had sent it, he would probably not have received it. She inhaled sharply, and closed her eyes for a second. The words of the song still playing on her mind.
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
The rain continued its relentless assault, mirroring the turmoil within her. She closed her datapad, the unanswered question hung heavy in the air, as potent and lingering as the scent of the Martian dust that day she last saw him.
He'd handed her a small, smooth, grey rock, its surface hinting at hidden complexities. "Stay safe," he had whispered, his gaze meeting hers with a depth that unsettled and captivated her simultaneously.
She had hoped that somehow their paths would intersect once more. But she knew that he was like a ghost, his missions shrouded in secrecy. The small oblong basalt rock remained a tangible connection, a stubborn refusal to let the past entirely fade away.
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