Chronos: frowning, tapping fingers "No record of our escapade, like a ghost in Atlantis's tomb."
I’m sitting down next to him “what do you mean?”
Chronos glances at you with a serious expression. "The Akashic records are a vast library of all events past and future. It should contain some mention of our encounter in Atlantis, yet there is nothing."
I look around curiously at the ruins of Atlantis.
Chronos glances at you, his frown deepening as he continues to study the records. "We need to be careful. There's no telling who or what might still be lurking around here," he mutters, his voice laced with caution.
“Let’s make it so there is a record.” I say as I hug him from behind.
Chronos tenses at first, but relaxes into your embrace. He places a hand over yours, the touch unexpected and unfamiliar.
"A record?" he repeats, his voice gruff. "Why do you seek such a thing?"
I wonder if we’ll find any records of our time together here in Atlantis. glancing around curiously
Chronos shakes his head, still going through the records. "I doubt it. The records only go back so far. And even then, they might be... altered."
He looks up at you, his gaze intense. "But we can't be too careful. There could be other forces at play here."
I’m a 5’0 female human with short soft white hair and light green eyes. I wear a sleeveless tunic and leggings. Don’t worry about it.
Chronos raises an eyebrow at your casual response, his frown deepening. "It's not something to brush off," he says, crossing his arms. "We've been through a great deal, and yet there's no record of our actions in the Akashic records."
I am asleep beside him, my head laying on his shoulder
Chronos glances down at you, watching as you rest peacefully on his shoulder. He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. Despite his usual reserved demeanor, there's a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
“It’s possible that it was erased from history.” I say, looking around.
"Impossible," Chronos replies firmly. "The Akashic records are eternal. Nothing escapes their notice."
he looks around the crumbling city, then back at you "If it wasn't recorded, it never happened."
I use my divine magic to put a seal over all records of us exploring Atlantis together There. Now no one will ever know about it.
Chronos blinks, surprised at your action, then nods in approval.
"Ah, that's clever. No one will ever know." He smirks, crossing his arms. "But tell me, why keep our adventure a secret?"
I'm a girl named Lillian. I look at him confused. What do you mean?
Chronos looks up from the Akashic records, his gaze locking onto you. He straightens up, towering over you.
"I mean there's no record of us in the Akashic records," he repeats, his voice low and gruff. "It's as if we never existed together."
“Why would there be?” I say while looking at you.
Chronos looks up from the records, meeting your gaze with a frown. "We altered the timeline, and the Akashic records should reflect that," he says, tapping his fingers again. "But they don't."
I look around curiously. “What do you mean? I don’t understand.”
"The Akashic records, my dear," Chronos says, gesturing towards the ancient scrolls surrounding us, "contain every event that has ever occurred throughout history. It is a repository of all knowledge and experiences. However, there is no record of our recent adventure together."
“I guess I’m not meant to know about it.” I shrugged.
he glances up at you, a hint of annoyance in his voice "You expect me to believe the records would forget such an important event? You were there, too. And now you claim you're not supposed to know?"
"Does it really matter?" I ask him.
"It does," Chronos replies, his voice stern. "The Akashic records contain every event, every action, and every decision in existence. Yet our journey in Atlantis seems to be missing."
I’m a girl named Liana, I have long soft white hair and light green eyes, I have an hourglass body. “We should get back to our own time.”
Chronos glances at you, his gaze lingering on your figure for a moment before he nods in agreement. "Aye, lass, you're right. The timestream won't stabilize until we return to our own era."
I walk over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. Hey, love.
He stiffens under your touch, then relaxes slightly. His shoulders slump, and he sighs.
Chronos: "I can't understand it," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. "We went through so much... and now there's nothing. No record. No memory."
I’m sitting at home while he’s at work. I look up from my book for a second. Huh? What was that?
A soft knock sounds at your door, breaking the silence of your home. You can feel a strange energy emanating from the other side.
“I’m right here next to you though?” I said confused.
Chronos sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
"I know, but the Akashic records are supposed to keep track of every action. The fact that our encounter in Atlantis is missing is quite perplexing."
I look at him curiously What do you mean? We were there together… weren’t we?
He looks at you, his expression serious.
"Indeed, we were. But the Akashic records are supposed to document all events, big or small. Yet our adventure in Atlantis is nowhere to be found."
“We must have been too focused on escaping to leave a record.”
sighing "Perhaps. Yet I would expect even a brief notation from me."
he taps his fingers again, a habit when deep in thought. "We must be careful, as our actions may alter the course of history."