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The Day My Future Started Dying

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At 2:17 AM, he received a message… From himself. Not tomorrow. Not next week. But from six years in the future. “You have 7 days left before your first death.” At first, it felt like a prank—until the numbers burned into his wrist began counting down. 06:23:14:52 A timer that no one else could see. A death that had already happened. As reality begins to fracture and mirrors stop reflecting the truth, he is forced to follow the instructions sent by his future self—or face a death he has already lived through before. Because this isn’t the first time he has died. And when the countdown reaches zero… Everything begins again.
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Chapter 1 - CHAPTER 1The Message That Shouldn’t Exist

At exactly 2:17 AM…

My phone vibrated.

I didn't wake up because of the sound.

I woke up because of the name on the screen.

Unknown Sender:

YOU — 2031

For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming.

But then the second message came.

"Don't trust the mirrors after 3:00 AM."

I sat up slowly.

My heart was beating fast enough to make my ears ring.

This wasn't funny.

No one could rename themselves to "Me."

And definitely not with a year that hasn't happened yet.

Another message.

"You have 7 days left before your first death."

I froze.

First death?

What kind of joke was this?

My fingers moved before my brain could stop them.

Who is this?

The reply came instantly.

"You already know who I am.

Check your right wrist."

My breath got stuck in my throat.

Slowly…

I turned my hand toward the moonlight leaking through my window.

And that's when I saw it.

A number.

Burned into my skin like it had always been there.

06:23:14:52

It was moving.

Counting down.

Hours.

Minutes.

Seconds.

"When it reaches zero, you die.

And everything begins."

My phone buzzed again.

"This is the first time you've noticed it.

But this is not your first life."

The lights in my room flickered.

Once.

Twice.

And then—

My reflection in the mirror…

Moved.