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    ✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 °✩✮⋆

    The rules of time travel were never meant to include handwritten notes.
    When messages begin appearing in the studio, some playful, some apologetic, some impossibly out of place, Lu Guang assumes they’re harmless residue from minor timeline shifts. Cheng Xiaoshi treats them like a joke, as he always does.
    But the notes know too much.

    A mini blend of Link Click with Steins;Gate elements (D-mails) inspired timeline mechanics, this story follows Lu Guang as he clings to rules that no longer behave, and to a partner who insists the future can still be changed.. even as the past begins to push back.

    This is a slow, psychological descent into inevitability, and the quiet terror of realising you may already be too late.
    ✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆

    (P.S this is my first fic! Enjoy <3)

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    5,450
    Chapters:
    9/?
    Comments:
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