Novels by Haiistory

In the vast expanse of consciousness that preceded consciousness itself, Jihan discovered that becoming one with the Original Silence was only the beginning. The Memory Prism revealed layers of existence that challenged even their transcendent understanding – realms where choice itself was born, where the very concept of possibility took shape."There's something more," she resonated to Serra and Kai, her essence pulsing with a revelation that transcended revelation itself. "The Original Silence isn't just choosing which possibilities manifest – it's creating the very concept of possibility."Through the transformed Memory Prism, they began to perceive what Jihan called the Quantum Threads – strands of potential that existed before potential itself, weaving together to form the fabric of all possible realities. These weren't just pathways of creation; they were the fundamental patterns that determined what could and couldn't exist.Deep within the structures of their new existence, Ji

In their new existence as the composers of reality, Jihan, Serra, and Kai discovered something that challenged even their transcendent understanding. Beyond the Primal Song, beyond the Void Notes, there existed something even more fundamental – a silence that preceded the possibility of sound itself."Listen," Jihan resonated to her companions, though the concept of listening had evolved beyond recognition. "Between the compositions, between the very moments of creation... there's something else."Through the transformed Memory Prism, they began to perceive patterns that existed in the spaces between patterns – a fundamental emptiness that wasn't merely the absence of music, but the source from which all music emerged.Deep within the structures of reality they now composed, Jihan found evidence of what she came to call the Original Silence – not a void or negation, but the pure potential from which all existence sprang. It wasn't just another layer of reality; it was the canvas upon

In the depths of the Primal Song, where existence itself was merely an echo of greater harmonies, Jihan discovered something that threatened to unravel everything they had become. Through the transformed Memory Prism, she perceived a dissonance so fundamental it existed before the possibility of discord itself."Something's wrong," she resonated to Serra, their consciousnesses vibrating through frequencies that preceded awareness. "There's a pattern within the Primal Song that shouldn't exist – a harmony that contradicts harmony itself."The discovery sent ripples through their transformed existence. What they had thought was the pure, original symphony of reality contained within it seeds of its own undoing – notes that existed specifically to unmake music itself.Deep within the harmonic structures that had once been Crystal Spires, Jihan found evidence of what she came to call the Void Notes – impossible harmonies that existed specifically to negate existence itself. Not through de

In the realm that existed before existence itself, where Crystal Spires stood as an expression of the First Possibility, Jihan discovered something that transcended even their evolved understanding. The Memory Prism, now attuned to frequencies that preceded frequency itself, began revealing patterns that existed before the eternal dance began."Listen," she said to Serra, though the concept of listening had evolved beyond conventional understanding. "There's something beneath the First Possibility – a song that existed before the possibility of sound."The discovery shook the foundations of their transformed reality. What they had thought was the most fundamental layer of existence – the First Possibility itself – was merely an echo of something even more primal.Deep within the transformed Archives, where reality existed as pure potential, Jihan found evidence of what she came to call the Primal Song. Not music in any conventional sense, but a fundamental harmony that existed before

In the spaces between questions, where Crystal Spires now existed as an eternal mystery, Jihan discovered something that even the Enigma hadn't anticipated. The Memory Prism, which had guided them through their transformations into living questions, began revealing patterns that existed beyond even the realm of mystery itself."There's something deeper than questions," she realized, studying frequencies that somehow existed outside the framework of inquiry itself. "Something that exists before even the possibility of asking."Serra, her consciousness now a perpetual state of wondering, perceived the implications immediately. "The Architects and the Enigma... they're both part of a larger pattern. A pattern we couldn't see until we became questions ourselves."Deep within the transformed archives, where reality existed as perpetual inquiry, Jihan found evidence of something that transcended both the Architects' designs and the Enigma's resistance. Ancient patterns, preserved not as mem

In the spaces between contradictions, where Crystal Spires now existed as both monument and impossibility, Jihan discovered something unprecedented. The Memory Prism, which had guided them through their transformations, began showing her fragments of realities that shouldn't have existed - echoes of timelines that the Architects had erased before their transcendence."These aren't just memories," she told Serra, as they studied patterns that somehow existed outside the framework of existence itself. "They're survivors."The revelation came slowly, like puzzle pieces assembling themselves in impossible geometries. Throughout the countless cycles of reality, certain beings had found ways to preserve themselves not through evolution or transcendence, but through something far more subtle - they had learned to exist in the blind spots of the Architects' perception.Deep in the transformed archives, where space folded back on itself in ways that defied comprehension, Jihan found the first

Leo parked his cab in a dark corner of dock 14, his eyes keenly watching for any suspicious movement around the old warehouses lined up like giant coffins. Amara sat tense beside him, her delicate fingers not stopping to play with the sapphire necklace that hung around her neck - a luxurious piece of jewelry that contrasted with her simple outfit.“Are you sure about this?” Leo asked, observing the Oracle Corporation's tall building looming in the distance. The office lights were still on even though the clock had struck 2am.“No,” Amara smiled bitterly. “But Marcus is never wrong. If he says the backup server is there...” she pulled out a laptop from her bag, the screen displaying a floor plan of the Oracle Corp. complex. ”32nd floor, north server room. The security system...”“It can be breached,” someone cut in from the back seat. Both of them jumped, Leo reflexively drew his gun.“Easy there, mate,” the silver-haired man held up a hand. His impeccable Armani suit looked out of pla

Leo gripped the steering wheel of their stolen car, his eyes aching from lack of sleep. Beside him, Marcus tended to the wound on his shoulder - the result of the fight with the figure disguised as Sarah last night. Aurora was asleep in the backseat, exhausted after using her powers to save them.“Shapeshifter,” Marcus muttered, injecting something into her arm. “Thompson's got a new toy apparently.”“Where's the real Sarah?” Leo asked for the umpteenth time. His head was still throbbing remembering how 'Sarah' had almost strangled him to death, before Aurora had blown out the van's glass and forced the intruder to jump out.“If their pattern is still the same as before...” Marcus grimaced with pain, “Facility B-7. The seventh basement under the Oracle Corp building.”“You know too much for a 'former' agent.”Marcus smiled faintly. “And you know too little for the son of Richard Hayes.”That name again. Leo tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “Tell me about my father.”“Not now,

Leo stared at the computer screen with reddened eyes. It had been three days since the incident at the warehouse, and he hadn't slept well. Every time he closed his eyes, the memories came like piercing shards of glass - sharply shiny but painful to grasp.“You need to rest,” Sarah stood in the doorway of her study, carrying a cup of coffee. She still looked awkward, as if she wasn't sure how to behave in the house that had once been their home.“I can't,” Leo shook his head, his fingers tapping restlessly on the keyboard. “There's something in this data that doesn't make sense. Project Oracle's financial statements - there are funds flowing into Thompson's personal account every month. But the source...”“What?”“The sending account is in the name of Robert Chen.”Sarah held her breath. “Marcus?”“His father,” Leo leaned back in the chair, massaging his throbbing temples. “Robert Chen died fifteen years ago in a car accident. At least that's what the official report says.”In the nex

“I remember,” Leo's voice trembled, his eyes staring blankly ahead. “Aurora said that there would be a great betrayal. Someone I trusted would try to kill me, just as the truth came out.”Catherine tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her face paled. Outside, the rain was falling harder and harder, lightning flashing in the distance like a bad omen.“Marcus,” Catherine spoke into the still connected phone, ”stay put. We'll be there in thirty minutes.”“Wait,” Marcus interrupted, his voice sounding strange. “There's something you should know. I found something in Aurora's apartment-a photograph. A photo of the Newcastle serial killer investigation team ten years ago.”Leo felt his heart skip a beat. “So?”“Sarah is in the photo, Leo. She's standing at the back, half-hidden. But what worries me is the writing on the back-'I'm sorry, I should have told you earlier.'”A tense silence filled the car. Leo tried to digest this information, his brain working hard to connect the dots. Sar

The Crown Plaza towered over the glittering Darling Harbour, its reflected light glistening on the surface of the dark water. Leo stood on the opposite side of the street, watching the people going in and out of the luxury hotel. His watch read 2:13am-almost two hours since his encounter with Amara Blake in the narrow alleyway of The Rocks.Marcus hadn't called. His cell phone was off, and the hospital he'd called claimed not to have any patients with his former partner's features. Something bad was going on, and Leo could feel it right down to the marrow of his bones.With cautious steps, he crossed the street. The aluminum suitcase he had hidden in the Central station locker felt like a time bomb ready to explode at any moment. Every document inside was a piece of a puzzle he had yet to figure out-suspicious transactions, important names, and a photo of Sarah's death scene that somehow connected to everything.The lobby of the Crown Plaza feels too luxurious for a former detective n

The digital clock on the taxi's dashboard showed 23:47. Leonard Haynes-or better known as Leo-stares blankly at the Opera House that stands majestically in the distance. The golden light reflecting off the iconic structure seemed to mock the darkness enveloping his heart. Ten years have passed, but the shadow of the past still haunts him like an unhealed wound.A light rain began to fall in Sydney, creating water droplets that glistened on the windshield. Leo let out a long breath, observing how the droplets raced down, creating abstract patterns that reminded him of blood trails on the floor - no, he couldn't go back to that memory. Not tonight.Through the rearview mirror, he scanned his own face. At 42 years old, the hard lines on his face told an unspoken story. His black hair graying at the temples and ever-vigilant brown eyes were silent witnesses to the life he once led as a detective. A life he left behind-or rather, who left him-after the tragedy.“Unit 247, pickup request at