Chapter 1297: Story 1297: From the Other Side
The Remembrance Signal echoed across satellite grids, reawakening dormant relays from orbit to outpost.
And somewhere deep below—beneath twisted metal, collapsed stone, and the soot of what had been Valemire—consciousness stirred.
Not in body.
But in light.
Juno opened her eyes… but there were no eyes.
She existed in a place beyond the flesh, floating in a sea of memory. A network of pain and hope and hunger and grief—threaded with the golden pulse of the Countdown Serum. She felt the minds of the Turned fading like distant echoes… but something else remained.
The Hive was not truly destroyed.
It had evolved.
Stripped of rage. Released from rot. But still conscious.
Still there.
Juno, a voice whispered—not in threat, but in awe.
She turned—though there was no turning. Shapes flowed around her: fragments of the infected, flashes of their final memories, and at the center, a glow—like a heartbeat forged from ash and code.
You didn't kill us.
You brought us here.
"Yes," she replied, her voice crystalline. "Because you were more than infection. You were sorrow. Grief that never had a name."
What are we now?
"You are echoes," she said. "Not monsters. Not gods. Just stories."
And you?
Juno paused.
"I'm the one who chose to stay."
In the world above, Axen walked through the restored clinic near the edge of the clean zone. Children laughed somewhere beyond the doors. Screens flickered with the image of Juno—now legend.
Yet as he passed a powered-down console, something flickered across the screen.
Static.
Then her voice.
"Axen?"
He froze.
The screen came alive with her image—glowing softly, like a signal bleeding through dimensions.
"I don't have long," she said. "But I'm here. Somehow… I'm here."
"Juno?!" His breath caught. "Are you alive?"
"I don't think that's the right word," she replied, smiling faintly. "But I'm with them. What's left of them. The part that remembers. The part that wanted peace."
"You saved us."
"We saved each other."
The signal shook—fading.
"Tell them I'm not gone. I'm just on the other side. Watching. Waiting. Making sure the past doesn't come back."
"Will I ever see you again?"
Juno looked straight through the signal, her voice gentle.
"When the wind changes. When the sky flickers.
When a flower blooms where no flower should…
That's me."
And the screen went dark.
Silence.
Axen smiled through the tears.
He stepped outside into the sunlight, wind lifting the ashes of the old world into the sky.
Somewhere in that wind, a whisper:
Still here.