I Texted Myself at 11:11

Who am I... if my memories were never mine to begin with?"



At 11:11, Lira receives a text... from herself.



Or at least, from someone who knows her thoughts, her fears, her exact handwriting. Her old flip phone begins sending messages, offering impossible choices: "MEMORY" or "REALITY."



She chooses "MEMORY"... and everything fractures.



Her friends start forgetting her. Her own reflection moves out of sync. A girl with her face but colder eyes appears in dreams... then in mirrors.



Then comes the message:

"You replaced someone who chose to forget."



As Lira searches through dusty school archives, sealed houses, and fragments of her past, she begins to uncover something impossible: she might not be the original. Not the first. Not even real.



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

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



The clock is ticking. At 11:11, only one self can remain.