Message No. 1
There was nothing to indicate that my life would change. Everything was too quiet… too much. But I remember that night well. The sound of the rain, the smell of old paper, and the letter that had no sender… It was sealed with a red ribbon, and written on it in strange handwriting: "To those who think the past is dead… Letter No. 1." I had no idea that that small piece of paper would be the first thread in a maze with no exit. I placed the letter on the table, looked at it for long seconds… My mind was saying: Don't open it. But my heart? It was beating so hard… as if it knew my name was written there. Where did it come from? Who sent it? And why now? There was nothing to indicate that my life would change. Everything was too quiet… too much. But I remember that night well. The sound of the rain, the smell of old paper, and the letter that had no sender… It was sealed with a red ribbon, and written on it in strange handwriting: "To those who think the past is dead… Letter No. 1." I had no idea that that small piece of paper would be the first thread in a maze with no exit. I put the letter on the table, looked at it for a few long seconds… My mind was saying: Don't open it. But my heart? It was beating so hard… Like it knew my name was written there. Where did it come from? Who sent it? And why now? The strange thing was that no one knocked, no bell rang. Just… She appeared. I felt a chill, as if someone was watching me from behind the wall. As if the letter wasn't just waiting for me to open it, but waiting for when I would be ready for what was in it. And I closed my eyes. That was… Before it all began.
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