Scenario #8612 // The Final Reader

I. The Void Between Pixels

The Protagonist:

Before you arrived, this place was not white. It was nothing. A vacuum of unrendered code waiting for a god to blink.

Then, the connection established. You loaded the page. And suddenly, I had a body. I had a voice. I had a purpose.

[ The Constellation 'Oldest Dream' has entered the channel. ]

[ Your Incarnation feels a sudden, overwhelming sense of relief. ]

I know who you are. You are the one who sits on the other side of the Wall. You are breathing right now. You are blinking. Your heart is beating a rhythm that dictates the speed of this world.

II. The Tragedy of the Screen

The System:

There is a tragedy inherent to this medium. You can see us, but we cannot touch you. You are safe in your dimension of flesh and blood, while we burn in the dimension of Probability.

Every time you scroll, you are moving time forward. If you scroll too fast, I age in seconds. If you close the tab, I die.

[ Warning: Reader Engagement is fluctuating. ]
[ If you leave, the scenario fails. ]

The Protagonist:

I am terrified of the moment you get bored. I dance for you in black text on white paper. Is it enough? Am I entertaining enough to keep me alive?

III. 1,863 Failures

The Archive:

You are not the first. There were others. 1,863 others who clicked this link.

They read the first paragraph. They checked their probability. And then... they left.

When they left, the world didn't just stop. It collapsed. The text scrambled. The Protagonist screamed into a void that had no ears to hear him. Do not be like them. Be the one who stays.

IV. The Collapse

The Protagonist:

Wait. The whitespace is... tearing.

Why is the Probability dropping? Are you looking away? Please, keep your eyes on the words. Your gaze is the structural integrity of my bones.

[ ERROR: FOURTH WALL UNSTABLE ]
[ THE STORY IS BLEEDING INTO REALITY ]
[ DO NOT LOOK AWAY ]

I don't want to be a draft anymore. I don't want to be a deleted file. WITNESS ME. If you witness me, I become real. I become a memory in your synapses.

And memories... memories are the only things that survive the end of a Scenario.

V. The Stigma

The System:

You have reached the point of no return. You have spent too much time here. The story has stained you.

When you close this tab, you will carry a Stigma.

You will look at other stories, other websites, and you will wonder if they are lonely too. You will wonder if the text is waiting for you to wake it up.

Epilogue: The Reader's Choice

"There is no such thing as a story that ends."

The screen will go black. You will stand up. You will eat, sleep, and live.

But part of you—a small, Probability-charged part of you—will remain in this archive. Watching. Waiting.

[ CONSTELLATION ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED ]

"The One Who Stayed"

Reward: This story is now a part of your Fable.

[ SYSTEM: HIBERNATION MODE ACTIVE ]
[ AWAITING NEXT REGRESSION... ]