To Those Who Remember

What happens when the author of a poorly written novel wakes up in her own creation?

A world filled with cliche tropes, problematic characters, and some what the heck where is this going plots become her new reality. Now entangled with the very characters she carelessly brought to life, she is forced to live the consequences of her trash storytelling.



As her characters discover they're merely figments of her imaginations and are now self-aware, the plot and her mental-being gets crazier.



"How does it feel to see your creations suffer?"



"So, I'm not made through breeding... but you made me?"



As the world between fiction and reality entangles, the author begins to forget how her old life used to be and instead, focuses on what she perceives as her present. A trash story worth telling.

Can she rewrite their fates in order for her to go back or perhaps her beloved characters would rewrite hers?