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In the serene embrace of the pond, where ripples danced like ancient folklore coming to life, Jingliu found herself awakening. Lying gently on the water's surface, she was cradled by its calm embrace, surrounded by the ethereal beauty of blue flowers. The moonlight cascaded over her, bathing her in a celestial sheen that seemed almost fated, considering her unique connection to the lunar spirit.

Yet, despite the enchanting scenery that unfolded around her, a different kind of cascade – that of tears – traced her cheeks. The emotional weight of her memories, particularly those intertwined with Y/N, was overwhelming. Each recollection brought a surge of emotions, amplifying her feelings to an unbearable intensity. The joyous moments lifted her spirits, but the anguish of Y/N's struggles cast a heavy shadow over her heart, creating a tumultuous balance she found hard to bear.

With a grace born of resolve, Jingliu rose from the pond, her movements causing the water to ripple gently. Her pale, wet hair clung to her face, which bore the marks of distress. Yet, amid the turmoil of her thoughts, a smile found its way to her lips. She consciously pushed the darker memories aside, choosing instead to focus on the brighter aspects of her shared experiences with Y/N.

"He does care for me," she whispered softly to herself, a tender realization dawning within her. The memory of Y/N's words, his perspective on their bond, enveloped her in a wave of love and affection.

"Oh, my love..." The realization brought a renewed flood of tears, more poignant this time.

A hiccup escaped her, the precursor to a bout of sobbing. She tried to shield her face with her hands, a reflexive attempt to hide her vulnerability even though she was alone.

But the solitude of the moment only amplified her longing. There was no one to witness her tears, no Y/N to offer comfort. She was left alone with her thoughts, the memories relentlessly replaying in her mind, each one a poignant reminder of their shared journey.

"Y/N..." she hiccuped between sobs, her voice barely a whisper, yet heavy with emotion. The memories were unrelenting, a tide that washed over her, each wave a mix of joy and sorrow, reflecting the complexity of their relationship. The moonlight continued to bathe her in its gentle glow, a silent witness to the depths of her feelings, echoing the loneliness and longing in her heart.

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In the realm of Abyss, a shimmering screen of emptiness faded into obscurity, signaling the conclusion of a poignant journey through cherished memories. Fuli stood in contemplative silence, observing the last traces of light dissipate from the screen.

"It is done," Fuli announced, its voice echoing through the crystalline expanse. The sacred recollections had served their purpose, and the two souls entwined in those memories, Y/N and Jingliu, were now stirring back to the present.

Turning gracefully, the Aeon's crystalline robes, defying the nature of their material, flowed like liquid, reflecting an array of luminescent colors. Fuli moved with an otherworldly grace, each step a silent testament to its existence beyond the mundane. With a wave of its armored crystal hand, gleaming with a spectrum of reflective colors, the surroundings transformed from the Abyss to the Aeon's sanctum of memories.

This realm, a vast expanse of crystalline structures and indescribable beauty, was a sanctuary where memories were kept, recorded, safeguarded, and preserved. It was a place of both historical significance and emotional resonance, embodying the essence of all that was remembered.

Within this domain, Fuli conjured a crystal orb, within which scenes and moments from Y/N and Jingliu's memories played out. The images, intertwined and singular, showcased the depth and complexity of their shared experiences.

Holding its staff, a majestic artifact of crystal adorned with stars and imbued with the power to shape destinies, Fuli spoke. The Aeon's voice resonated with a godlike timbre, echoing the wisdom of ages.

"Intellection equals existence," Fuli mused. "Thus, memory is the evidence of existence. In this realm, we record not just events, but the very essence of being. The path Y/N and Jingliu have walked is imprinted within these crystals, a testament to their journey through the myriad facets of life."

The Aeon's gaze deepened, contemplating the profound implications of its words. "As the presider over the Path of Remembrance, it is my duty to record all that has been forgotten, to safeguard the echoes of existence against the ebb of time. These memories are not mere reflections; they are the very foundation upon which the future is built."

Fuli's staff glowed with a soft but powerful light; each star etched upon it twinkling like a distant galaxy. "The journey of these two souls is a vivid illustration of the power memories wield. They shape our perceptions, guide our decisions, and influence our destiny. As Y/N and Jingliu awaken to their present, these memories will serve as a beacon, guiding them on the path that lies ahead."

With a sweeping motion, Fuli enveloped the orb in a radiant light, symbolizing the transition from past to future. "Their story continues, a never-ending cycle of remembering and becoming. In their awakening, they carry with them the strength of their past and the hope of their future. For in the grand tapestry of the universe, every memory is a thread, weaving the fabric of existence."

The Aeon's words filled the realm with a profound sense of purpose and continuity, emphasizing the unending journey of life and the pivotal role memory plays in shaping the universe's ever-evolving story.

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In the silent embrace of the night, the pond became a sanctuary for Jingliu's grief. Her sobs, resonant with pain and longing, echoed across the still waters, reaching out to the listening ears of nature. The tranquil surroundings, bathed in moonlight, seemed to respond with a gentle embrace, attempting to offer solace to the grieving maiden.

"If only I knew... If only..." she murmured repeatedly, her voice a mixture of regret and yearning. The desire to rewrite the past, to alter the course of events that had led to this moment of heartache, was overwhelming. Yet, in her heart, she knew that the trials of the past paled in comparison to the anguish she felt now.

As the intensity of her sobs gradually lessened, a moment of clarity began to dawn upon Jingliu. She realized that her tears, while a testament to her deep connection with Y/N, would not aid in his salvation. "I don't want that," she whispered to herself, the mere thought of failing to embark on her quest to find Y/N igniting a spark of determination within her.

Gently, Jingliu removed her hands from her face, revealing cheeks streaked with dried tears. With deliberate motions, she wiped away the traces of her sorrow, her fingers moistened by the clear, pure waters of the pond. In her red eyes, once clouded by tears, a new flame of resolve began to burn. The blue flowers surrounding the pond seemed to sense her renewed spirit, blooming vibrantly as if in celebration of her inner awakening.

Her thoughts turned to a memory of Y/N, a moment where his indomitable will had shone through despite facing overwhelming odds. This memory, now shared through their intertwined past, ignited a fire in Jingliu's soul. She felt a profound connection to that unyielding spirit, understanding the depth of his resolve as if it were her own.

With a newfound strength, Jingliu rose from the pond, her movements graceful yet filled with purpose. The Moonlit Guardian, her loyal celestial companion, floated nearby, its mini lunar crescent shape glowing softly, a symbol of protection and guidance.

In her hand materialized her ice lightsword, its blade emitting a serene, luminescent glow. The sword, ethereal and weightless, felt like an extension of her being, a conduit for her will and determination.

Looking up towards the starry sky, Jingliu made a silent vow, her voice resolute and unwavering. "I am coming for you, Y/N." Her words, though spoken to the heavens, carried the weight of a solemn promise.

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In the engulfing blackness of the void, he floated, isolated in a realm where sensation seemed a distant memory. The fundamental elements of his existence dissolved in this desolate expanse, leaving him adrift in an endless sea of nothingness. A groan escaped him, echoing in the emptiness—a reminder of the phantom pain that had become his constant companion.

"So that's what it is..." he mused, his voice absorbed by the void. Standing, yet still suspended in the nothingness, he took a moment to balance himself, his gaze piercing the darkness.

Memories began to flood back. He recalled standing by a pond, its surface mirroring the image of a pale-haired woman with red eyes filled with concern and happiness. The memory was vivid, yet it felt like viewing a reflection from another life.

Closing his eyes, which held a hue of deep purple, he delved deeper into his past. Memories of youth, of destiny intertwined with both joy and tragedy, of power and happiness, all rushed through him in a torrent of emotion and revelation.

A particular memory emerged—a boy's dream of encapsulating his memories in bubbles. Inspired, he harnessed an unknown power and envisioned bubbles forming around him. Ghostly orbs of white, outlined in shadowy miasma, formed chains of spectral black, illuminating the void.

These orbs, ethereal and haunting, began to pulsate with the memories they contained—memories of him and her, interwoven and inseparable. The influx was overwhelming, seeming to belong to another, yet undeniably his own.

In the convergence of past and present, he experienced a unification of identities, forging a new sense of self. The orbs floated gracefully, each a link to his past, now becoming a part of his current consciousness.

Responding to his awakening, the void itself seemed to shift. Shadows, which had once seemed eager to consume him, now enveloped him in an accepting embrace. Realization dawned upon him – this place was his mind, a realm where his memories, encapsulated in the Phantom Bubbles, remained intact.

A smile crossed his face, a symbol of acceptance and understanding. "I will name it... Phantom Bubbles," he declared, watching as the orbs multiplied, each a beacon of his reclaimed identity.

Memories of the pale-haired woman grew more vivid. Their bond, evolving from friendship to a love he had only begun to recognize, became increasingly clear. "Jingliu..." he whispered softly, his voice filled with tenderness and reliance.

With newfound determination, he proclaimed, "I will not lose myself, no more. We will have our reunion. That is a promise." Raising his arm, he conjured a greatsword of pure darkness, a symbol of his resolve and rebirth.

"I am Y/N, and I have returned," he announced, the Phantom Bubbles swirling around him, each one a testament to his journey and a harbinger of the path ahead.

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In the stone realm where balance is the keystone of existence, a tectonic shift signaled a change of great significance. This realm, governed by the principles of equality and balance, is essential for the survival of the universe. Here, the Aeon presides, its core marked by an eye that mirrors the Yin and Yang symbol, embodying the eternal dance of opposing forces and its all-seeing wisdom.

This Aeon oversees the intricate chain of karma, the unending flow of cause and effect, ensuring that this cosmic balance remains uninterrupted and fair. It upholds the delicate equilibrium between all elements, manifesting the profound concept of 1 and 0, the essence of all existence and nonexistence.

As the realm quivered with the impending change, it spoke. Its voice was the embodiment of rough harmony, resonating with the power to maintain the perfect state where all forces are equal and balanced. "The time has come for him to meet us. Let him come, an unknown variable to the cause," the Aeon declared, acknowledging the imminent arrival of a significant entity, one whose role in the grand scheme of things was yet to be determined.

Meanwhile, in another realm, a kingdom that once radiated with splendor and beauty now lay in decay, a testament to the transience of all things. This desolate landscape raised a philosophical question: is this decay truly the antithesis of beauty, or is it merely another facet of beauty as perceived through the diverse lenses of all beings, from mortals to Aeons?

Within the crumbling walls of her castle, a lady of ethereal grace pondered these thoughts. Her voice, serene and melodious, could captivate any listener, weaving a spell of tranquility and reflection. "It is time to prepare ourselves, for him," she said, her tone a mixture of anticipation and determination.

In her hand, a rose bloomed, its petals unfurling with a grace that belied the surrounding decay. The flower's transformation symbolized a shift in her emotions, a readiness mixed with an underlying sense of urgency. She was prepared for the changes to come, yet there was a palpable sense of desperation for the results that these changes would bring.

The realms, both the stone domain of the Aeon and the decaying kingdom, stood on the brink of a significant event. An event that would potentially alter the course of the universe, challenging the perceptions of beauty and decay, of balance and change, in the cosmic dance of existence.

End of Chapter

A/N: Umm... I was too eager and decided to release this chapter early. Welp, we're back to the present, yippe!