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"Am I day dreaming or am I in the wrong after life...?"
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This story takes place as Y/n does some deep cleaning in her apartment after cluttering it with piles of old belongings from 2019-2020. While sorting through the mess, she stumbles upon a small 'relic' -one that carries the weight of memories from the phases she went through in her once aimless life.
She streams the old series she adores while cleaning, letting nostalgia wash over her. As she rests, memories fill her mind, a comforting escape. But comfort turns to calamity-a misstep, a slip, a sudden impact. The warmth of the past fades into silence, leaving only the glow of the screen and the voices of a story she will never finish....
And yet... something lingers. A presence, a pull-like a story not quite finished.