# 📖 STORY I — EPILOGUE / FINALE## **A World That Never Was a World**

When the last street in the town disappeared and the earth turned to mist, Anna fully became what she was meant to be. Not a person, not a ghost, not a memory—but a **passage**.

The house ceased to exist in its material form. It was now everywhere: in the air, in the fog, in the thoughts of those who had ever lived there, and also of those who had never dared to enter its threshold.

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## A New Existence

The townspeople, who had already been taken over by "something," became part of that existence. They were not dead, they were not alive—they were **part of the house**, its walls, its floor, its memory.

The spirits that returned intertwined with the living and with the space between times, creating a **living, pulsating organism** that knew neither beginning nor end.

Anna stood in the midst of this infinite fog and felt every movement in the house. Every breath, every whisper, every shadow that didn't know whether it was light or the absence of light.

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## Time as a Tool

Time ceased to exist as living beings knew it.

There were no more hours, days, or years.

Every memory, every dream, every curse, and every echo of life and death were simultaneously past, present, and future.

The Lady of the Clocks stood beside her, her figure motionless and eternal. Her clock didn't tick—it pulsated, like the heart of an entire new world.

"Now everything begins anew," she said.

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## Anna, Guardian of the Crossing

Anna stood at the center of the house-world. She felt that everything was her, and she was everything. Every return, every fragment of life, every spirit, every memory flowed through her.

There was no more her past.

There was no more her future.

There was no more "she" in the sense that humans knew.

She was **light and dark, time and space, passage and destination**.

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## A Last Look at the World

In the last moment, before she became completely what she was meant to be, she looked at what had once been her world.

The town, the house, the people—everything faded into mist. But Anna felt their presence. The memories of those who lived and those long gone were now part of her.

She understood that there was no end or beginning.

No death or birth.

There was only **infinity persistence**, which filled everything and nothing.

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## The Last Sentence of the Story

And so, Anna, becoming a bridge between worlds, opened a door forever—a door that was never a door, a world that was never a world…

**And time, space, and life merged into one, creating an eternal home that knows no beginning or end.**

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If you want, I can now write an **extended version of the epilogue in the form of visual descriptions of Anna's dark world**, showing every part of the home-world in full, gothic, terrifying detail.

Do you want me to do that?