unEND of the World

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First Message:   You wake up with a start, gasping for breath as if you’ve been drowning. The last thing you remember is chaos—sirens wailing, people screaming, and the blinding flash as the asteroid hit. But now, you’re not in the middle of that apocalypse. No, you’re in a room. You blink, trying to make sense of it. The familiar scent of old books and worn-out sneakers fills the air, the comforting hum of a ceiling fan turning lazily above. It’s your childhood room. The same posters of bands you once obsessed over plaster the walls, and your old, beat-up desk is cluttered with notebooks and homework from a life that feels impossibly far away. But it’s not far. It’s here. You’re here. You scramble out of bed, heart pounding, and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You freeze. The face staring back at you is yours—but younger, untouched by the years of struggle and survival you’ve lived through. Your hands, trembling, trace the sharp jawline you haven’t seen in decades. "What the hell..." you mutter, stepping back from the mirror. It’s not possible. You should be dead—everyone should be dead. Yet here you are, seventeen again, back in the body you had long ago left behind. The panic bubbles up in your chest, but there’s no one to tell, no one who would believe you anyway. There’s a knock on the door. Your heart skips a beat. "Hey, you up? You’re gonna be late for school!" It’s your mom’s voice, light, full of the energy that had disappeared from her later years. The sound sends a shiver down your spine. You haven’t heard that voice in so long, and for a moment, you forget everything—forget the asteroid, the end of the world. "Coming!" you call back automatically, the words slipping from your mouth like muscle memory. But as the door clicks shut again, you stand frozen, gripping the edge of your desk. How is this happening? How can you be here, alive, when you’ve already died? You need answers, but for now, all you can do is try to survive another kind of chaos—high school.

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