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Echoes Before It Happens - Part 8: Zaiyen’s Diary

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary  

🗓️ Part 8: The Number That Called Me From the Future  

✍️ By Zaiyen


It was 9:06 AM.  

Exactly as the diary said.


My phone rang.  

An unknown number.  

No caller ID. No location.


Just silence.


I hesitated, then answered.


What I heard…  

was my own voice.


---


But older.  

More tired.  

And terrified.


**“Don’t trust the mirror,”** it said.  

**“And whatever happens on the 27th… don't stay home.”**


Then — the line cut.


---


I dropped the phone.  

Not because I was scared,  

but because I knew that voice.  

The way it trembled.  

The pain in it.  

It was **me**.


But how?


---


I checked my call history —  

nothing.  

No record.  

Like it never happened.


But it did.


I could still hear the echo of my own voice  

ringing in my ears.


---


Later, I looked at the calendar.  

The 27th was four days away.


Was it a warning?  

A hallucination?  

A glitch in time?


Or…


A message from a future version of myself  

trying to rewrite his own ending?


---


Since then, every 27th  

feels like a countdown.


Because if my voice from the future  

had to reach me that urgently…


Then maybe something terrible already happened  

— and I’m the only one who can stop it.


🖋️ — Zaiyen


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