📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary
🗓️ Part 1: I Dreamt It Before It Hurt
✍️ By Zaiyen
I was just a quiet boy in 2021.
No signs. No warnings. Just… echoes.
It started with a dream.
Someone I loved was standing at the edge of a dark field.
Her face — pale. Her eyes — not blinking.
She reached out to me and said,
**"I’m cold."**
I woke up with a heavy chest and an ache in my heart.
I didn’t understand it.
But the very next day, I got the call —
**She was sick. Really sick.**
That dream wasn’t random.
It was **real**. Or something more than real.
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I tried to ignore it.
I told myself, "Coincidence, Zaiyen. Just bad timing."
But something deeper whispered:
**“No. You saw it.”**
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Days passed. But the dreams didn’t.
Each time I saw something strange in my sleep,
something real happened — days later.
A small child falling ill.
A stranger collapsing at a temple.
A relative suffering without warning.
And every time, I felt something worse than fear.
I felt…
**guilt.**
Like my dream was the curse.
Like I made it happen just by feeling it first.
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I couldn’t tell anyone.
Even **Zeeran**, my cousin, would just laugh and say,
*"You think too much. Maybe it’s just anxiety."*
But this wasn’t just thinking.
This wasn’t just anxiety.
**This was knowing. Before it happened.**
And I didn’t ask for it.
I started writing everything down — every image, every sound.
Because I didn’t trust my mind anymore.
I didn’t know what was real.
But one thing was clear:
🕯️ My dreams…
**were no longer just dreams.**
🖋️ — Zaiyen
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