I fell asleep like a man sinking through deep water.
But this wasn’t sleep.
I knew it the moment the world around me disappeared—replaced by something else.
A void.
Endless, stretching in every direction. Black, but not empty. It watched me. Felt me. Every cell in my body screamed to run, but there was nowhere to go.
Then, it spoke.
Not in words. Not in sound.
Understanding flooded into me like a tidal wave.
I staggered, gasping, my mind cracking under the sheer weight of it. Too much. Too vast. My body wasn’t meant to hold this knowledge, but it forced its way in anyway.
The system isn’t just about control.
It’s about correction.
Reality isn’t a fixed thing. It’s shaped, molded, and curated. And people like me—people who resist—aren’t just rebels.
We’re anomalies.
And anomali
