📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary
🗓️ Part 12: The Burnt Letter I Never Wrote
✍️ By Zaiyen
It was a normal evening…
until I smelled **smoke**.
I ran through the house.
No fire.
No burnt food.
But the smell led me to my **desk drawer**.
Inside — nothing unusual.
Except for one thing I’d never seen before:
A letter.
Old.
Scorched at the edges.
Addressed…
**to me.**
---
I opened it with shaking hands.
The writing was mine.
But faded.
Ash-colored ink.
It read:
> “Zaiyen,
> I’ve made a mistake.
> If you’re reading this, it means I failed again.
> Don’t go to the place where it all started.
> Burn this before midnight.
> Or it’ll start over.”
>
> — You.
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What place?
What mistake?
What would “start over”?
I stared at the clock.
It was 11:53 PM.
I hesitated.
Then ran to the sink and held the letter to a flame.
But before it burned, one last line appeared —
revealed only by heat:
> **“Too late.”**
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The lights flickered.
My phone reset itself.
The date changed.
Not to tomorrow.
But to **yesterday**.
---
I opened my diary.
The last five pages were blank again.
Had I just… undone something?
Or was I back where it began?
---
Whatever this is —
it’s not just visions anymore.
Time is folding.
Rewriting.
And now, I don’t know what’s real —
or what I’ve already lived through once before.
🖋️ — Zaiyen
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