Wynalias

“Is your body truly your own?”
Yuer thought she was just an ordinary fifteen-year-old girl—until her left hand started writing on its own.
Perfect handwriting. Precise strokes. Like someone trained for years.
But she never practiced using her left hand.
She thought it was just a mistake, until the dreams came—visions of a life she had never lived.
She thought she was still in control, until one day, her hand scrawled something across the page:
“You finally noticed.”
Who is she sharing her mind with?
What happens when two minds occupy the same body?
As her memories blur and reality begins to distort, Yuer must uncover the truth before she loses herself entirely… or becomes someone else.

Dual Consciousness

A Message Left Behind

The words stared back at her from the page.

"You finally noticed."

Yuer's breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around the notebook.

At least—not her.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stay calm, but the last few days played on a loop in her mind—

The shifting way she held her pen. The handwriting that looked like hers but wasn't quite. The sensation that someone else was there.

She scrawled the question onto the page, holding her breath as if expecting an answer.

She sighed, shaking her head, ready to close the notebook when—

Her left hand moved on its own.

Yuer watched, frozen, as the pen scratched out a response in perfect, fluid strokes.

"Takeda Ryūsei."

That name—she had never heard it before.

She turned the pages of her schoolwork, scanning over the handwriting.

Some letters were sharper, written with a different slant. Too precise, too practiced.

And then there were the moments—the small, unfamiliar choices.

Like when she normally walked to the canteen with Cher but had, for some reason, stayed in class instead. Or how, at tutoring the night before, she had chosen a different seat, without even thinking about it.

She hadn't even noticed these things at first.

The Growing Awareness

She looked up from her untouched food. Cher was watching her, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.

Yuer forced a laugh. "Hah? What do you mean?"

Cher tapped her drink against the table. "You're spacing out all the time. And your handwriting's changed. And today? You let Zoey go to the bathroom alone. Since when do you let her go alone?"

Cher wasn't just noticing one thing. She was picking up on everything.

Yuer swallowed, gripping her spoon. "You're imagining things."

The Written Exchange

That night, Yuer sat at her desk, notebook open in front of her.

"Takeda Ryūsei, why are you in my body?"

Then, slowly, her hand moved on its own.

"...I wish I knew."

Yuer's heart pounded in her chest.

This wasn't just a feeling anymore.

The Intertwined Awareness