The Gate Beyond Sleep The hospital room is dimly lit, sterile, and cold. The hum of machines and the soft beep of monitors fill the silence, a constant reminder of their fragility. There’s a faint scent of antiseptic, mingled with the faintest trace of sleep-deprived sweat. They’ve been here too many times before, in this …
Tag: existential horror
When the World Forgot What to Call Me
The first thing I lose is my name. It doesn’t fall away all at once. It thins. It softens around the edges. Like a word spoken too many times until it stops sounding real. I say it out loud one morning, testing it the way you test a loose tooth. My mouth forms the shape. …
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