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Mira blinked awake, heart pounding.
Her room looked the same—soft white curtains swaying with morning light, the scent of jasmine from the window box—but she was not the same.
She remembered today.
Except… today hadn't happened yet.
She knew her best friend Leah would wear the yellow hoodie. Her professor would cancel class. A bird would crash into the library glass at 2:41 PM. She knew it all—and it terrified her.
At first, she thought it was a freak accident. A lucky guess. But the dreams kept coming. Always a day ahead. The next day’s memories downloaded into her mind every morning. Not dreams—realities she hadn’t lived yet.
She tested it. Wrote everything down in a notebook—small things, big things, anything that could prove she wasn’t insane.
It worked.
She saved a boy from drowning in the lake.
She stopped a woman from stepping into traffic.
She even predicted a fire and cleared a building before it caught flame.
People called her an angel. A miracle.
But then, it changed.
One morning, she woke with a scream lodged in her throat.
She saw herself. Blood pooling beneath her head. A rose clutched in her palm. Her last breath drawn under a violet sky. And a voice—low, cold, familiar—whispering:
"You were never meant to remember tomorrow."
No matter how many times she changed her actions, no matter what path she took, the outcome remained the same.
She would die at 6:07 PM.
July 8th.
Today.
Determined, she skipped university, destroyed her schedule, smashed her phone—anything to avoid the future. But at every turn, she felt watched. Shadows followed. Her skin prickled.
Then she found the symbol—a spiral etched into a street sign, the same one in her visions.
It led her to an abandoned building, hidden beneath overgrown vines. Inside: files, photos… her. Her life, tracked for years. “SUBJECT 12 - TEMPORAL RETAINER.” Others, too. People like her.
A voice crackled behind her.
“You weren’t supposed to find this.”
She turned.
A man stepped from the dark, suited, emotionless. He held a small device—glowing blue.
“You’ve interfered too much. Time corrects itself… and you are the error.”
“You’ve been resetting people,” Mira said, trembling. “Erasing us.”
“Balancing reality,” he said. “Your memories weren’t supposed to bleed through.”
He raised the device. “Goodbye, Mira.”
But she was ready.
Mira threw a glass shard from her pocket—the one she’d remembered grabbing that morning. It hit the device. Sparks flew. The machine shattered.
The man froze, screaming, as time warped around him—like tape unraveling.
And then, silence.
Her head throbbed. The world steadied.
Her notebook buzzed.
A new entry appeared—written in her handwriting.
> "You survived. You broke the loop. Now live forward."
Mira smiled, breath hitching.
Outside, the sky turned golden. No whispers. No visions. Just the present.
She stepped into the sunlight.
For the first time in forever…
Tomorrow was a mystery.
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