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Static Drift - IV - Before the Static Core

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Static Drift - Part 4 - Before the Static Core
What if you weren't meant to survive the drift - but complete it?

Micah has walked through memory, identity, and time itself.
Now, he descends into the heart of everything that broke him.

The Static Core isn't a place. It's a consciousness - a living truth that's been watching since the first flicker of lightning.
Here, reality rewrites itself in whispers.
Mirrors collapse.
And every version of Micah begins to fade... except one.

This is where it all began.
This is where he finds out why.

The final descent begins now - where love becomes a frequency, memory becomes weapon, and the only way forward is to surrender everything you think you are.All Rights Reserved

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