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I can see probability now. I can see how many timelines I die in. I can see the faces of the other magical girls—the "pure" ones, the ones who refused the upgrades. They burn bright for three seasons. Then they fade. I've been here for twelve years. I've killed five final bosses. There's always a sixth. extreme-modification-magical-girl-mystic-lune
I try to access that file. It's corrupted. Overwritten by a combat subroutine for anti-reality anchors. I know the frequency of a dying god's scream. But I cannot remember if I liked the rain. Let's see if the system crashes
I don't dream anymore. Not real dreams. Instead, I see debug logs of my own soul. I can see the faces of the other
The worst modification isn't the pain. It's the clarity .
I don't know if the mirror was lying. I don't know if that girl still exists somewhere inside this chassis of spell-fused cartilage and entropy-woven hair. Or if she's just another file I deleted to make room for a better combat stance.
Tonight, I'm going to cast a spell I've never tried before: Self-doubt as a shield.