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Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 12: The Door Between Real and Not

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 12: The Door Between Real and Not**


KNOCK.  

Once.  

Twice.  

Pause.


I stared at the door like it was breathing.  

My heart didn’t beat. It roared.


> “Don’t open the door.”  

That line echoed in my mind.  

But curiosity… is louder than fear.


---


I stepped forward.  

Each step felt like walking into water.


My hand touched the handle.


The moment I turned it —  

**silence broke.**


No wind.  

No night sounds.  

Just stillness.


I opened the door…


And saw…


---


**Myself.**


But it wasn’t a mirror.


It was **another me** —  

eyes darker, smile twisted,  

as if every fear I had ever buried… wore my face.


He spoke first:


> “You wrote me… Viyan.”  

> “You created me… every time you ran from truth.”


I stumbled back.


> “I’m the part of you you refuse to read.”


---


Then he handed me something —  

a **black notebook**. Older. Torn.


> “This is your forgotten diary,” he said.  

> “The pages you never dared to write.”


I didn’t want to touch it.


But I did.


The moment I did — he vanished.


And


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