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Echoes Before It Happens - Part 13: Zaiyen’s Diary

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary  

🗓️ Part 13: The Place I Was Warned Never to Visit  

✍️ By Zaiyen


Ever since the burnt letter appeared…  

my dreams changed.


They weren’t about people anymore.  

Or mirrors.  

Or deaths.


They were about a **place**.


A narrow lane.  

Rusty gates.  

Faint sounds of temple bells.  

And a broken milestone with no name.


I didn’t recognize it —  

until one day… I passed it on the way to town.


---


It looked **exactly** like the dream.


Same rusted gate.  

Same silence in the air.


The place felt wrong.  

Like a memory I never had.  

But my bones remembered.


And then —  

I saw the milestone.


Scratched into the surface:


> “Not all paths lead forward.”


---


I stood frozen.  

This was it.  

The place I had been warned about.


The letter said not to go back.  

Not here.


But what if I already had?


---


I turned to leave.  

But a soft voice whispered behind me:


> “Zaiyen…”


No one was there.  

Just the sound of wind and rusted metal creaking.


---


I took one step back…  

and suddenly felt everything collapse inside me —  

like gravity folded.


I blacked out for a second.  

But when I opened my eyes…


I was standing in front of the gate again.  

Alone.


Except now —  

there was **someone else’s bag** beside me.


And inside it…  

was my diary.


A version of it I hadn’t written yet.


---


Something had changed.  

Timeline?  

Reality?


Or had I crossed into something I wasn’t supposed to?


---


And why did it feel like someone — or **something** —  

wanted me to keep going?


🖋️ — Zaiyen


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