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Echoes Before It Happens - Part 4: Zaiyen’s Diary

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary  

🗓️ Part 4: The Whisper That Called My Name  

✍️ By Zaiyen


It was 3:17 AM.  

The world outside was silent.  

Even the fan above me spun without a sound.  


But something broke the stillness.  


A whisper.  

Not from a dream.  

Not from a memory.  


From the room.  


It wasn’t loud.  

It wasn’t even clear.  


But it said my name:  

**“Zaiyen…”**


---


I sat up immediately, heart racing.  

Was someone there?  

Was I asleep?  

Was this… another echo?


No.  

I was wide awake.  

And I knew one thing:  

**I wasn’t alone.**


---


People think fear comes with sound.  

But this was different.  

This was the kind of fear that makes your body still  

and your mind sprint.


I whispered back,  

*"Who's there?"*


Silence.


But inside, I knew:  

That whisper didn’t come from outside me.  

It came **through** me.


Like something had found a crack in my thoughts  

and walked straight in.


---


Since then, I’ve heard it more than once.  

Not always at night.  

Not always calling my name.  


Sometimes, it just… hums.


Sometimes, it warns.  

Sometimes, it waits.


But always —  

**it knows me.**  


And that’s what scares me most.


🖋️ — Zaiyen


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