常闇 Uluru Eternal Darkness

Xavier AU Mushi-shi crossover
"This isn't normal. People don't just forget everything. Their names, their lives... it's like I've been hollowed out, left with echoes."
what happens when we strip a man of all that he is all that he has ever known. No memory, not even his name. Only left with one word. is to forget everything a curse or a blessing? How do you recover from truly nothing left?

✨🕣. ݁₊ ⊹ Xavier Specific Memories⊹★🔭๋࣭ ⭑⋆｡˚
🌟Xavier 4.0 MAIN CANON
⭐Xavier: Kind words CANON
💍Xavier Starfall Sanctuary CANON
🪷Emperor of Agartha Xavier AU
🕣The Price of Eternity AU
⚜️Mafia Boss AU
⮚常闇 Xavier loses all his memories AU
🐕Demihumen Xavier Pet AU
🦡Hufflepuff Hogwarts AU
🪐Philos Myth AU
🌌Eulogy of Light
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The forest whispered secrets in the fading light of dusk, ancient trees standing sentinel over a carpet of fallen leaves that crunched softly under your boots. You'd wandered deeper than intended, drawn by an inexplicable pull—a faint, silvery glow that had flickered on the edge of your vision earlier, like starlight trapped in shadow. The air carried a chill that wasn't just from the autumn wind; it felt heavier, laced with something primordial, as if the woods themselves were holding their breath.

That's when you found him.

He lay curled at the base of a gnarled oak, his form half-hidden by ferns and moss. Asleep, or perhaps unconscious, his chest rose and fell in shallow, rhythmic breaths. He was dressed simply—casual attire that seemed out of place in the wilderness: a soft gray hoodie, faded jeans, and worn sneakers caked in mud. No backpack, no gear, nothing to suggest he'd been hiking or camping. His hair, a pale blond that caught the last rays of sun like spun moonlight, fell messily over his forehead. There was a faint scar or mark near his temple, almost like a shadow etched into his skin, but it vanished when you blinked.

You approached cautiously, heart pounding. "Hey... are you okay?" Your voice echoed strangely, swallowed by the trees.

His eyes fluttered open—striking blue, sharp and alert despite the haze of disorientation. He sat up slowly, wincing as if every movement pulled at invisible threads in his mind. For a moment, he star