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Faded

Faded

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Non-Fiction
It's not a sci-fi, action-adventure, love, romance, or any of that sort. Just the story of 'My Life' (I actually wanted to give this title to the story...well, nevermind). We all know about our personalities, but what about those who don't even know who they are? The ones who have lost themselves? Well I am one of those. This quest of mine, to find my own self, is not something which is very interesting. But that does not mean every interesting quest has to have an interesting prize, or is it? I have a lot to find out. I can change my personality better than anyone I know. But at least they know who they are, and I don't. I have lost my true self. Let's start the journey, shall we?
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I woke up in a world that shouldn't exist. And in a body that isn't mine. The city around me is in ruins-silent streets, broken buildings, a sky that no longer remembers the sun. I don't know how I got here. I don't know who I am. My memories slip through my fingers like sand, leaving behind only fragments-whispers of a promise I can't remember making. But something is wrong. The world feels... stuck, repeating itself like a broken record. Shadows move where they shouldn't. Time bends in ways I can't explain. And the deeper I search for answers, the clearer it becomes-this isn't just about me. There's something out there, buried in the loops of time. Watching. Waiting. If I break free, will I find the truth? Or will I disappear like everything else? When the stars grant a wish, what do they take in return?

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