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The Truth
The calendar on my wall hung silently, its numbers looking at me, asking for attention. Six years had gone by since the world ended in 2012, and here I was, stuck in a place that felt like a memory of a life I once had. Shadows of past memories flickered in my mind, whispering truths I could hardly understand.
I was an eight-year-old boy, or at least that's how everyone saw me. I played cricket in the sunny field, laughing and running with my friends. But deep inside, I knew I was different. While they enjoyed being kids, I came from a broken world, carrying the heavy truth that our real world lay in ruins. I alone felt how weak and fragile our lives were, and that truth weighed heavily on my small shoulders.
When I first came to this parallel world, I was just a two-year-old—too young to express the big truth I wanted to shout, to warn everyone that we were living in a lie. My young mind couldn't find the words. Instead, I learned to live this new life, pretending to be a child while my heart ached with secrets I couldn't share.
Then, I had a vivid and haunting dream that showed a twisted future. On my eighteenth birthday, I would become a dreamwalker, gaining the ability to travel through books, each one a door to new skills and knowledge. This power brought hope, but it came with a scary warning: our parallel world was also set to fall apart by 2030, threatened by aliens lurking just beyond our understanding.
The people around me were real—they had blood, tears, and laughter, just like me. But I knew they couldn't see the whole truth. They lived happily, unaware that we were memories of a world that once thrived. I felt connected to them, yet there was a distance between us. The clock was ticking, and I had to prepare them for the storm ahead.
There was a cruel twist to my fate: I had to wait until I turned eighteen to unlock my power as a dreamwalker. Knowing what awaited us felt like a ticking time bomb. The years stretched ahead like a long, unyielding desert. I had to endure this life until 2028, trapped in a child's body while the world around me moved toward destruction.
As dusk settled over the cricket field, painting the sky in orange and purple, I allowed myself a moment of peace. The laughter of my friends sounded like a beautiful song, a temporary comfort for my restless soul. I joined their games, playing the carefree child, but even as I laughed, my mind raced with plans.
I would not let this world fall without a fight. I would become the dreamwalker I was meant to be, using the knowledge of countless worlds to protect those I cared about. I imagined the power flowing through me, the ability to jump through stories and learn from them. I could gather allies, learn strategies, and get ready for the battle ahead.
With each passing day, I would find ways to prepare and grow stronger. I would train my mind, sharpen my instincts, and wait patiently for the moment I could step into my true power. Though I was just a child now, I carried the heart of a warrior—a protector of a world that needed saving.
As the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to shine, I made a silent promise. I would not let this parallel world slip into nothingness. I would use the dreams yet to come, and when the time arrived, I would rise to meet the challenge. Because in the end, I was more than just a boy in a field—I was a beacon of hope in a world on the edge of despair.
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