Echoes Before It Happens - Part 10: Zaiyen’s Diary

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary  

🗓️ Part 10: The Day I Dreamt of My Own Funeral  

✍️ By Zaiyen

Most of my visions were about **others**.  

Their accidents.  

Their last moments.  

Their fears.

But this time…  

it was about me.

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It began in total silence.  

A crowd stood in white.  

I didn’t recognize many of them —  

but I knew the place.  

Our family’s old house.  

The one we lost long ago.

There was a framed photo in the center.  

My face.  

Smiling.

Dead.

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People cried.  

Some whispered regrets.  

But one person…  

stood apart.

A girl I’d never seen before.

She looked straight at the photo — and said,  

> “He knew too much.  

> That’s why it happened.”

Then she turned —  

and looked **directly at me**.

Not at the photo.  

At **me** — watching the dream from the outside.

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I woke up breathless.  

Sweating.  

And crying — but not out of fear.

It felt like a memory.

A future memory.

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That day, I didn’t go anywhere.  

I didn’t speak to anyone.  

I stayed locked in my room, waiting for something —  

a sound, a sign, an ending.

But nothing came.

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Was this a warning?  

Or a path I was already on?

Because if I could see others' endings before they happened —  

what happens when I see **mine**?

🖋️ — Zaiyen