Promised Reality

[■??—■•] lived the life she AlWayS?WaNTed■…

or so she was made to believe.



Where skies never storm.

Where doors don’t slam.

Where nothing hurts enough to leave a scar.



But then came the dreams.



They didn’t scream.

They whispered.

In a language older than memory,

stitched between shadows and static.



It was the first crack in a perfect cycle.



Now, her hands don’t feel like her own.

Mirrors refuse to lie.

And the silence in her chest is beginning to speak.



Somewhere, beneath this [■—·•■?] skin of comfort,

beneath the smile that fits too well,

lies the life she left behind.

The one she -.-- ...- - - ...- .-- / --. .-.. / ..- .-.. .. - ...- --. .-.-.-





At night, she wanders through shattered reflections..

of who she was,

who she is,

and that something else watching in between.



[Redacted] is fading.

[Redacted] c■nt h?lp ■ou anym■re.



And something ancient is stirring in the silence between heartbeats.



When the veil finally tears,

will she run back to the dream she mistook for love..?

or open her eyes to the life that ended her?