The sky above the world of **Nimora** had begun to turn a deep crimson, as if it were breathing under the weight of an unforgiving storm on the horizon.
Adam stood at the edge of a glassy cliff overlooking a valley that simmered with a strange blue light. Zera stood behind him in silence, watching. Something had changed in him… in **both** of them.
Zera spoke softly, as though reading the unease within him:
> "Time is slipping, Adam... The circle is nearly complete."
He turned toward her, his eyes a mix of anxiety and awe, and handed her the notebook he had discovered last night inside a cracked wall in his grandmother's house.
> "Look at this line…" he said, pointing to a sentence written in dried ink:
> *"If you've reached the torn page, know that you've passed the truth."*
Zera looked troubled. The notebook wasn't just written in his grandmother's handwriting—some later pages were **signed** by *Adam Zineddine*... *his name*.
> "That's impossible…" she whispered.
> "This notebook is from the past. But it's in your handwriting.
> Did you… visit Nimora before?"
Adam didn't answer, but his heart was pounding. Blurred images rushed through his head—his grandmother's face, a wall made of living light, a voice whispering his name when he was just a child…
> "I feel like I had another life here…
> even before I was born."
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That night, the two sat beside a small spring that shimmered with violet light. Zera moved closer to him—emotionally, not just physically.
Suddenly, she asked:
> "Do you think… we've met before?"
He hesitated, then replied:
> "In the same dream… you're always there.
> Every time I sleep, I see you.
> Sometimes smiling, sometimes disappearing into shadow.
> But you're always Zera."
She smiled softly and whispered:
> "Then let's not wake up tonight."
In that moment, there was nothing in the world but their voices—and the pulse of the mystery surrounding them.
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But peace never lasts long in Nimora.
The next day, as they searched the ruins of an ancient tower—one that resembled a structure Adam had seen in one of his nightmares—they found a small locked box. A chain wrapped around it, etched with the warning:
> *"Do not open until you know who you truly are."*
The moment Adam touched the chain, a sudden flash erupted—and the two were pulled into something like a **flood of memories**.
Adam screamed as he saw his grandmother walking through a blaze of light in Nimora, her voice trembling with desperation:
> "Adam is not truly my grandson!
> He's the **final barrier**!"
And the vision vanished.
Zera collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
> "What does it mean?" Adam asked her, but he wasn't really waiting for an answer.
> His mind had already exploded with questions.
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## 🧠 **Human Test —
🕯️ *Are you ready to see the truth?*
Copy this link into your browser, and take the test to prove you are **not** from Nimora.
https://unlockcontent.net/cp/i/q8320?preview=1#
If you fail the test...
perhaps you **weren't meant** to read what you just did.
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## ⚠️ Note to the Reader
Are you starting to see the **overlap between past and future**?
Do you believe *Adam* is the one who wrote his grandmother's journal?
Share your theory in the comments—or remain silent,
if you're afraid of the truth…
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