At 3 AM, a text arrived from an unknown number. 'It's all over now.' The sender was me.
A person receives a cryptic text from themselves at 3 AM, and reality begins to fracture in unsettling ways.
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Why did I know it was me, even though it was from an unfamiliar number? I looked at the message again.
I am preparing for something right now. Those words came like an answer to what I was preparing for.
My reflection in the mirror moved.
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