I couldn't shake off the stranger's words: "You're being pulled into something much bigger than yourself." They echoed in my mind like a warning bell, long after the mysterious figure disappeared into the crowd.
As I walked home, I noticed strange symbols etched into the walls and buildings. They seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I tried to brush it off as mere paranoia, but the feeling lingered.
Why was this happening to me? Why now? I thought back to my ordinary life, my mundane routine. What had changed? The stranger's words had unsettled me, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was indeed caught up in something sinister.
I finally arrived home, exhausted from the day's events. Sunday, my only rest day, was supposed to be a time for relaxation. Instead, I felt like I was drowning in uncertainty.
I took a warm shower, trying to wash away the unease, and then collapsed onto my bed. Staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but question my existence. "What's happening to me?" I whispered aloud.
