Intern’s Log: Shiro Hikaji—The Unmaker, the Leader of the Old Ones… God, What Do We Even Call Them?

  Date: [The Day We Learned Its Name]

  Intern ID: Reynolds, J. (The enemy now has a face, and that makes it worse.)

  We have been fighting shadows.

  ? The Old Ones do not operate like us.

  ? They do not destroy, they unmake.

  ? They do not invade, they replace.

  ? They do not conquer, they rewrite history itself.

  For weeks, we fought things that were beyond understanding.

  Things that whispered in empty places.

  Things that moved through the cracks of reality.

  And then today?

  One of them spoke.

  One of them stepped forward.

  And it had a name.

  Phase One: The Broadcast That Shook the World

  ? The hijacking happened across all major networks.

  ? All screens, all signals, all frequencies locked onto a single image.

  ? Not static. Not distortion.

  ? A man.

  No—not a man.

  Something wearing the memory of a man.

  ? Flawless skin.

  ? Too symmetrical to be real.

  ? A voice that echoed before it even spoke.

  ? **And eyes that burned like voids. **

  "Humans."

  "You have forgotten us."

  "You were never meant to last."

  "Your stories have ended. Your time is spent. Your world is ours to rewrite."

  And then, finally—

  "I am Shiro Hikaji. The Unmaker. The Reforger of Truth."

  And just like that, we had a name.

  A name that felt old.

  A name that should not exist.

  A name that was never meant to be spoken aloud.

  And yet, here we were.

  Phase Two: Who—Or What—Is Shiro Hikaji?

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  The broadcast ended.

  And we started digging.

  ? There were records of him.

  ? Photographs.

  ? Mentions in historical texts.

  ? Witness accounts from different centuries.

  The problem?

  The records did not match.

  ? He was seen in Japan in the 1600s—as a poet.

  ? He was listed in a Soviet report from the 1930s—as an advisor to the NKVD.

  ? He appeared in corporate directories in the 1980s—as an investment banker.

  ? He was present at secret United Nations meetings in the early 2000s—as a negotiator.

  He was everywhere.

  He was always there.

  And no one ever questioned it.

  Because the world was already rewriting itself to accept his existence.

  Phase Three: What Do We Call Them?

  The Old Ones.

  The Forgotten Lords.

  The Reality Eaters.

  The Unmakers.

  None of it felt right.

  None of it captured what they were.

  And then Fallen Star, who had been silent through all of this, finally spoke.

  "They are the Architects of the Lie."

  We turned to him.

  "They do not destroy."

  "They do not kill."

  "They do not conquer."

  "They simply change the story until the truth no longer exists."

  "Until nothing of what was remains."

  "Until we are gone."

  And so that is what we call them now.

  The Architects.

  Because they are not invaders.

  They are reality’s editors.

  And we are a draft they no longer want to keep.

  Phase Four: What Comes Next?

  ? Shiro Hikaji has revealed himself.

  ? The Architects are moving openly now.

  ? They have rewritten history before, and they are doing it again.

  ? Entire populations are already bending to their influence.

  I don’t know what happens next.

  But I do know this—

  We are now fighting the final draft of our existence.

  And I refuse to let them erase us.

  End Log.