(after two hours)
After calming myself down, i sat on the the chair placed by the window.
I never really asked for this.
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I stared at the walls.
Stone. Smooth. Carved with thin glowing lines, like veins of light — pulsing faintly, almost like a heartbeat.
Definitely not plaster. Not paint. Not home.
The bed beneath me was too firm and to luxurious for someone like me. The sheets were too clean. The air was too still.
And the silence?
Unnatural.
There was no fan hum. No hallway noise. No street outside the window. Just the faint crackling from the candlelight sconce on the far wall and some sort of soft music echoing faintly through the glass — like the wind itself was singing.
I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, trying not to move.
As if stillness might snap me back.
My backpack wasn't here.
My phone wasn't on the table.
Even the reflection in the window… didn't look like mine.
Not exactly.
Different face, yeah — but the eyes felt off. Sharper. Like they belonged to someone who'd seen something I hadn't yet.
I rubbed my temples.
"Okay… breathe."
I didn't say it out loud. Just thought it, over and over, like a chant.
Like a last line of defense.
Because the room wasn't right.
Because I didn't wake up here.
Because this wasn't where I fell asleep.
...
I stood up suddenly — too fast. My balance tipped for a second. My feet touched cold marble. I walked to the window.
Outside: the solitary night amd the twinkling skyscraper's
Just a world that shouldn't exist.
I pressed my forehead against the glass.
"It's a dream."
I whispered it this time. I had to hear myself say it.
"It has to be."
The candle flickered behind me.
I didn't move.
Maybe if I stayed here long enough, I'd wake up.
Maybe if I closed my eyes and opened them again, I'd be back in my room.
Mom yelling. Phone buzzing. Light bleeding through the curtains.
Something. Anything.
But when I turned…
The room was still here.
Still not mine.
And that's when I felt it — not fear. Not even panic.
Just that hollow drop in my chest. Like the ground inside me gave way.
I swallowed, hard. My throat burned.
What if no one even noticed I'm gone?
What if home… doesn't exist anymore?
The walls didn't answer. The candle didn't flicker again.
I sat back on the bed. This time slower. Heavier.
And I didn't move.
Because the only thing worse than waking up in a strange room…
Is realizing you're never waking up from it.
what if my existence was itself removed from my own world.
For the first time i felt alone, truly and utterly alone without anyone to rely on.
I guess god's must really like watching me suffer god damn it!.
I swear i will really get back to the one who is responsible for my transmigration.