Morning had already arrived.
The alarm rang, but Ishan was already awake. He turned it off and walked to the window, quietly staring outside. 🌅
His mind was stuck on a single thought—
"Whatever happened last night… why would anyone ever believe it?"
He didn't say a word to anyone.
"What's the point of explaining if no one's going to believe me?" 🤐
The following days passed in his normal routine. But he couldn't stop observing everything—people's behaviors, the atmosphere around him… everything felt off. 👀
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One day, while returning home from college, his eyes landed on an old building—an abandoned library. 📚
The gate was open. The signboard was faded.
Curiosity pulled Ishan in, and he slowly began walking toward the building... 🕰️
Inside, the library had an odd chill in the air—like the temperature didn't match the outside world. ❄️
It was dim. Only a few rays of light filtered in through the dusty glass panels.
And in that faint light… was his first view. 🔦
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Thick layers of dust covered the books.
The smell of dampness and mold made it hard to breathe.
Old books, broken shelves… and an eerie silence filled the place. 😶🌫️
In one corner, a shelf had collapsed.
As Ishan lifted it, he found an old diary beneath it—
Worn, faded, with a blank cover. 📝
He opened the diary...
And the very first page pulled him in.
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📅 December 3
A car passed by me three times this morning.
Same car. Same plate. Same speed.
Am I hallucinating...? 🚗🚗🚗
📅 December 9
People in the market were repeating the same lines.
One guy said the same sentence three times…
Different places, different people…
Weird. 🧍🔁🧍
📅 December 15
Time sometimes freezes.
My watch got stuck at 8:32 for five whole minutes.
Then suddenly at 8:37, everything went back to normal.
Like no one even noticed… or cared. ⌚❌
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📅 December 21
Building names change randomly.
Sometimes it says 'Core Block', then suddenly 'Essex 504'.
Feels like a joke… but it's real. 🏢❓
📅 December 22
Maybe we're in a simulation.
I keep seeing glitches.
No one else seems to notice.
Or maybe… it's just me. 🕳️⚡
📅 January 1
"I found it…
We're asleep—trapped in a virtual world.
This isn't real life.
We have to wake up." 🌐⚠️
Last Page:
If you're reading this… then maybe you're feeling the same way I did.
Maybe… I won't be alive by the time you read this. 🕳️
Ever since I discovered the truth, everything's fading—
my memories, my thoughts, even my existence…
like I'm being erased from this world. ☁️
For a few seconds, it feels normal…
then suddenly, the screen flickers.
And I know... I'm about to die. ⚫📴
"Before I go... I've uploaded all the clues—locations, details—into a chip."
"This is my last voice recording.
Everything I saw… everything I understood… it's all inside."
"You can do what I couldn't." 💾
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"Who was this guy...? Was everything he wrote… true?"
Ishan closed the diary, his mind spiraling into thoughts. 🔄
Even he had felt similar things before.
But the real shock?
He had never once imagined—
"We're all asleep." 🛌
Suddenly, an old page slipped out of the diary.
It had a rough sketch…
A strange pod-like structure, with a human lying inside, attached to wires. 🧍♂️⚙️
Beneath it was written:
"The sleeping ones never wake… unless they are shaken." 🔁💥
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Ishan froze in shock.
This was everything… everything he had seen days ago.
"Are we really asleep?
Are we being controlled by some kind of machine?" 🤖
Suddenly, he noticed a small cut on the diary's cover—
something taped to it. He gently peeled it away...
A chip.
An old data card—just like the one mentioned in the diary. 💽
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"What's inside that chip?
Will Ishan uncover the truth behind this virtual world?
And if he does… what will he do next?" 🤯
To be continued...