The jagged tear in the shimmering wall pulsed, spewing fragmented light and distorted whispers into the Nexus Hub. Andrew's heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the sudden, heavy silence. From that swirling portal, pulled by the invisible threads of the Watcher's Eye (Fragment) and Andrew's sheer will, a Memory Golem slowly materialized.
It was a terrifyingly familiar sight: a chaotic construct of shifting memories, its form constantly rewinding and fast-forwarding, its face a blank, screaming canvas. It thrashed, resisting the summon, its limbs a blur of impossible motion, throwing off bursts of raw, disorienting data. The air around it crackled with uncontrolled temporal energy.
