I Texted Myself at 11:11

Who am I... if the memories I carry were never mine to begin with?



At 11:11, Lira receives a text.

From herself…

Or at least from someone who knows her handwriting, her fears, her thoughts before she even speaks them.



The old flip phone begins offering impossible choices:

"MEMORY" or "REALITY."



She chooses Memory.

And everything begins to fracture.



Her friends start forgetting her.

Her reflection stops moving in sync.

A girl with her exact face, but colder eyes, appears in her dreams... then in mirrors.



Then comes the message:

"You replaced someone who chose to forget."



As Lira searches through locked archives, sealed houses, and fragments of someone else's past, she begins to uncover something impossible.



She may not be the original.

Not the first.

Maybe not even real.



In a world built on experiments of consciousness and rewritten time, she must face the ultimate question:



If two versions of you exist... which one deserves to live?



The clock is ticking.

And at 11:11, only one self can remain.