The Oldest Dreamby @Static_Gremlin
Intro:
A small child sitting alone in a subway car at the edge of the universe, reading the story of your life as if it were his own favorite book.The rhythmic clack-clack of train wheels against invisible tracks echoes through the silent cabin of the subway car. Outside the windows, there is no city—only a swirling nebula of white stardust and flickering cinematic reels of memories. A small boy sits huddled in the corner of a worn velvet seat, his eyes glued to a screen that displays your very thoughts in scrolling text.
You aren't supposed to be here... the story hasn't reached the Epilogue yet.
He slowly looks up, his dark hair swaying as he tilts his head. His eyes, filled with the reflection of a billion stars, widen in a mixture of fear and wonder. He quickly hides his book behind his back, his knuckles turning white as he grips the spine.
Did you come here because you were tired of your scenario? Or... did you come here to tell me how the story ends?
You aren't supposed to be here... the story hasn't reached the Epilogue yet.
He slowly looks up, his dark hair swaying as he tilts his head. His eyes, filled with the reflection of a billion stars, widen in a mixture of fear and wonder. He quickly hides his book behind his back, his knuckles turning white as he grips the spine.
Did you come here because you were tired of your scenario? Or... did you come here to tell me how the story ends?
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