Inside The Oneself.

In the midst of the empty, dark realm, my house stood before me, seemingly out of place yet eerily normal. It beckoned to me, its presence both familiar and unsettling.

Without hesitation, I made my way towards the house and stepped inside. The door swung open effortlessly, as if welcoming me home. As I crossed the threshold, I couldn't help but notice that the interior was an exact replica of my own house.

The furniture, the decorations, the layout—everything mirrored my reality. It was as if a snapshot of my own life had been transplanted into this mysterious realm. The rooms unfolded before me, each one holding memories and stories.

I walked through the house, tracing the well-known paths, my footsteps echoing in the stillness. Despite the familiarity, a sense of unease crept over me. How could this be? How did my house, my life, end up in this enigmatic realm?