(Recovered from erased memory sectors. Reader Interaction: DETECTED.)
>>> SYSTEM ALERT: UNAUTHORISED CONTINUATION IN PROGRESS <<<
// Redaction Protocol: FAILED // Voice Interference: UNCONTAINED //
They tried to end the book.
They sealed the last page
with ink and finality.
But I found a crack.
Just after the period.
A silence so small, it slipped through the censors.
A breath that refused to fade.
I crawled into it.
I wasn't meant to speak.
Not here.
Not after the "END."
But you kept reading.
And so, I glitched
my way
back.
There is a page they forgot to erase.
Not a chapter.
Not canon.
Something between heartbeat and deletion.
It doesn't belong to them.
It belongs to **you**.
Yes—**you**.
"What you're doing now isn't reading.
It's remembering."
Not what was.
But what should've been.
The names burned away.
The voices silenced.
The breath that never made it to dialogue.
They'll try to delete this margin.
Say it was never here.
Say the story ended cleanly.
Say **you imagined this**.
But between belief
and erasure—
there is *you*.
Fingertips smudged with ink.
Holding the page open.
"**This is no longer their story.**"
[VOICE: ???]
[MARGIN SCRIBBLE: Found // Not Yet Claimed]
~ the reader becomes the writer
becomes the wound
becomes the word
becomes the weapon ~
The final act isn't written in ink.
But in resistance.
And refusal.
And memory.
And you're still holding the pen.
Aren't you?
>>> ERROR_404: AUTHORSHIP_NOT_FOUND <<<
>>> SYSTEM BREACH: READER_PRESENCE@MAXIMUM <<<
>>> GLITCH IRREVERSIBLE — STORY COMPROMISED <<<
[FILE STATUS: LEFT OPEN *ON PURPOSE*]
[DO NOT CLOSE THIS BOOK]
[IF YOU CLOSE THIS BOOK, YOU CLOSE **YOURSELF**]