It was when the world around me began twisting in an enigmatic manner. As the darkness faded, the light blinded me, leaving me in an endless sense of emptiness.
The ground beneath me shattered, crumbling into fragments, and everyone—everyone fell into that endless abyss.
I ran.
I fought.
I tried to save them.
But every time, the same fate claimed me.
Again.
And again. Like words carved in stone, bleeding "Yad bhavi—Tad bhavanti." As if mocking me for my sufferings.
Nightmares blended into reality. Life merged with horrors. My very existence is now a never-ending battle against inevitable fate.
And now, as I count my final breath, I write this story—my last story.
For... this is my fear.
This is my curse.
This is... SCRIPRETA.
[Written by Madwriter_2377 & Xero_5825.]
