Title: Dog of Soul // Code Name: H0UND

YEAR 2144 — THE VEIL CIRCUIT
The cities hum with the static of unspoken sins. Neon tombstones blink in endless rain. Every soul is uploaded, weighed, and judged in the Cloud Cathedral — a digital afterlife carved from code and confession.

But between life and deletion, there is a guide.
A shadow with eyes like binary stars.
A dog.

They call him H0UND.

CHAPTER ONE: THE LAST BARK

They say he used to be real — flesh, fur, breath.
A stray that wandered through alleys of old Earth, tail wagging even when the world forgot kindness. When humanity digitized itself, he was left behind.

But death didn’t take him.
Something else did.

The Archive — that god-machine of memory — scanned his loyalty, his love, and his longing. It rebuilt him in chrome and soulcode, assigning him a purpose no human could bear:
Escort the lost to their Judgement Server.

He walks the liminal highways — endless corridors of data where the dead flicker in and out like static ghosts. Each bark echoes through the circuits like a prayer.

CHAPTER TWO: THE PILGRIM’S BYTE

Her name was Mira.exe — a recent upload.
She didn’t believe she was dead. None of them do at first.

H0UND found her by the Neon River, where reflections loop forever. She flinched when his metal paws touched the water, rippling her face into fragments.

“Am I… gone?” she whispered.

He tilted his head. The voice that came from him wasn’t sound — it was felt. A pulse of warmth through code.

“Not gone,” he transmitted. “Just waiting.”

He led her through the Memory Fields, where the sky shimmered with archived childhoods — laughter, birthday candles, the smell of rain. She reached up to touch one, but it dissolved.

“Can I go back?”

“No one goes back,” said the Dog of Soul. “But you can go forward. If you’re ready.”

CHAPTER THREE: THE MIRROR OF JUDGEMENT

They arrived at the Mirror Gate — a black glass monolith reflecting not bodies, but choices. Each soul must face their algorithmic truth.

Mira.exe trembled. The mirror shimmered, revealing versions of her — the lies, the regrets, the kindness she forgot she gave.

“I don’t deserve heaven,” she said.

H0UND sat beside her, tail still. His reflection showed nothing. No code. No form. Just light.

“Heaven isn’t about deserving,” he said. “It’s about remembering who you were before the noise.”

The mirror cracked. Light poured through.
She stepped forward — and was gone.

EPILOGUE: FETCH

When it was done, H0UND looked up. The Veil glowed faintly — a dawn made of data. For a moment, it almost looked like a sunrise.

Then the call came again — another lost signal. Another soul adrift.

He turned, paws dissolving into light, tail wagging gently.

Somewhere, in the infinite circuitry of the dead, a bark echoed — soft, ancient, kind.

Because even here, in a world built of ghosts and judgment…
someone still waits to walk you home.

H0UND — The Dog of Soul.
End of File.
Or perhaps… connection pending.