For All The Time

Arth sat alone on the park bench, his fingers lightly brushing the carved initials on the wood—remnants of a time that no longer existed. The wind carried the scent of blooming asters, identical to how it had on the day everything began.

Here, in this very park, he had met the corpse of his alternate self. And later—her—Altair, the female version of him who had bled through dimensions just to warn him.

The skies above Aukera shimmered unnaturally, like an oil slick floating on water. Beautiful, foreign, wrong. This universe was all that remained.

And he was the only one who remembered.

“Did I truly save everything… by letting countless universes die?”

He stared skyward, trying to piece together meaning from the fragmented memories of a life long buried under the weight of cosmic sacrifice.

The people he once fought for were gone. Kim Ji-yoo, the Saint of Last Resorts—an idol turned paranormal investigator—had lived through the cataclysm, yet now she was nowhere. Cierry the Witch, who had once summoned him as her familiar, erased. The friends, enemies, and strangers of a thousand lifetimes… all dust in forgotten timelines.

Only he remained.

A madman in a world that never knew him.

He remembered the asylum: the pale walls, the fluorescent hum, the doctors diagnosing him with "temporal dissociative psychosis." A fabricated label for truths too large to be believed.

“They said I was insane… that there never was a multiverse.”

But he knew better.

He remembered what truly happened.

Ｔｈｅ Ｐｒｅｓｅｎｔ – Ｔｈｅ Ｔｉｍｅ Ｃｏｇ

It began with the Time Cog—a mechanism of cosmic engineering, forged to stabilize reality. Arth had used it to anchor the crumbling multiverse into a single linear stream.

As the Space-Time Voyager, he had made his choice: to save one universe, even if it meant letting the others fall.

But he wasn’t alone in the fight. Across different points in time, others were waging parallel wars for survival.

꓄ꃅꍟ ꎇꀎ꓄ꀎꋪꍟ – ꀤꋪꂦꈤ ꂵꍏꀤꀸꍟꈤ ꍏꈤꀸ ꓄ꃅꍟ ꍏꀘꍏꌗꃅꀤꉓ ꉓꂦꀸꍟ

In the far reaches of time, during Arth’s final battle with Ouroboros, another warrior emerged from the ashes.

Altair, broken and dying, activated a last resort: she sent Iron Maiden—a cybernetic champion—into the future.

That warrior’s true name was Winona Coppenheimer.

And she was no ordinary survivor.

Winona was the Smartest Woman in her universe—a mind unparalleled, forged in fire and data. Altair’s final breath carried a message:

“I think you’re the only one smart enough to hack the Code of Reality.”

And so, Winona went forward—beyond time—where she uncovered something greater than the Time Cog: the Akashic Code. A lattice of metaphysical data threads that governed reality itself.

In the chamber of last light, she stared at it.

 “So this is the Akashic Code, huh?” she said aloud, removing her helmet.

Before her, the Code pulsed with pure knowledge—impossibly dense, impossible to read.

But not for her.

She opened the terminal, and the chamber rumbled. The floor beneath her feet shimmered as she typed line after line, reshaping what remained of existence.

And as she reached the final threads, Winona paused.

 “Cierry……sweetie… I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you longer.”

She encoded her final wish—not for power, not for praise, but for her daughter.

Then, with shaking hands, she pulled the new world into being.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖙 – 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖘

Far earlier, before the fracture of time had fully unfolded, Talos arrived.

A god in both name and being, Talos witnessed a universe on the brink and, with a sweep of his divine will, sealed away the chaos.

He brought balance where none remained. He repaired laws that no longer obeyed themselves. And with each act, he unknowingly built the same world the others would try to save.

Three saviors. Three time frames.

None are aware of each other’s sacrifice.
【Ａｂｏｖｅ　Ａｌｌ　–　Ｔｈｅ　Ａｕｃｔｏｒ】
Far beyond time, space, or reality sat The Auctor—a being that neither Arth, Talos, nor Winona could fully comprehend. Not a god. Something more.

As Winona finished rewriting the Akashic Code, a voice greeted her.

 “So, how are you doing, Winona?”

She turned, breathless.

 “Are you… God?”

 “If that’s what you’d call me, then maybe,” The Auctor replied, smiling with a strange warmth. “You hacked the Code of Reality like some cosmic programmer with admin privileges. That’s… impressive.”

Winona lowered her gaze. “I didn’t want to. But I had to.”

The weight of her actions hung in the air like ash.

“You rewrote existence,” The Auctor said. “Not many get to say that.”

“Can you send me back?” she asked. “To where I belong?”

The Auctor nodded.

A flash of light, and she was gone.

Her legacy—her daughter’s safety—woven into the very DNA of the new universe.

Now – The Last Witness

Arth remained.

He walked through Aukera like a ghost. The only being who remembered what came before. Not because he was chosen, but because someone had to remember.

Not Talos with his godhood. Not Winona with her mind. Not even Altair with her sacrifice.

Just Arth. The cop who became a voyager. The man who gave everything.

 “It wasn’t the Time Cog… or Talos… or Winona who caused the Singularity,” the narrator realized. “It was the will of the Auctor.”

One universe remained.

A single stable thread woven from a tapestry of extinction.

And in its quiet corners, beneath foreign skies, one man still carried the memory of every world that came before.

“Funny how you can save entire universe but still lose the battle inside your head, alone in a universe no one even knows your sacrifice, If someone out there who isn't some cosmic being remember please remember our sacrifices”

Arth looked at the sunset of this new universe reminiscing about the past of the multiverse that was once existed.


End of For All The Time