Mementoʻ Morì

"Yesterday is a ghost, and today is a script you didn't write."

Ghoulie is a spectator in his own skin. At twenty-one, life in California feels less like reality and more like a "no commentary" playback of someone else's existence. He wakes up to cold Earl Grey tea he doesn't remember brewing and blood on his boots he can't explain, trapped in a rhythmic loop of waking dreams that bleed into his ordinary days.

In a world where foresight feels like a "zero-day" exploit and every movement is dictated by a terrifying autonomy, Ghoulie must navigate the thin line between the digital-grunge static of his mind and the physical world. When the "mind fuckery" of his dreams starts predicting the exact chime of a falling coin and the faces of strangers, the question isn't just who is in control-it's whether he's even alive to begin with.

A psychological thriller where the world is lagging behind your eyes, and the only certainty is the Latin truth: Memento Mori.