HistoryLover91
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A few days ago I had this strange dream where I was walking through an old neighborhood I’ve never been to, but somehow it felt familiar. The streets were empty, and everything had a kind of muted, gray tone, like it was stuck in a fog. I came across this small, forgotten shop tucked between two buildings. The windows were fogged up, and the door creaked when I pushed it open. Inside, it was completely silent, and there were shelves lined with dusty books and old dusty trinkets.
In the corner of the shop was a man sitting at a small wooden table, hunched over something I couldn’t quite see. He didn’t look up at me, but I felt this strong pull to go closer. As I approached, I noticed he was writing in a large, leather-bound book, but the pages were filled with symbols and writing I didn’t understand. He turned a page and stopped, his finger hovering over one of the symbols. Without looking up, he said, “You’re not supposed to be here yet.”
Before I could respond, the entire room turned dark, and I felt a cold go through me. I wanted to ask him what he meant, but when I tried to speak, my voice wouldn’t come out. I looked down at the book, and all the characters started moving, like they were alive. Then I woke up with a feeling that whatever he was writing in that book, I wasn’t meant to see and it meant something..
In the corner of the shop was a man sitting at a small wooden table, hunched over something I couldn’t quite see. He didn’t look up at me, but I felt this strong pull to go closer. As I approached, I noticed he was writing in a large, leather-bound book, but the pages were filled with symbols and writing I didn’t understand. He turned a page and stopped, his finger hovering over one of the symbols. Without looking up, he said, “You’re not supposed to be here yet.”
Before I could respond, the entire room turned dark, and I felt a cold go through me. I wanted to ask him what he meant, but when I tried to speak, my voice wouldn’t come out. I looked down at the book, and all the characters started moving, like they were alive. Then I woke up with a feeling that whatever he was writing in that book, I wasn’t meant to see and it meant something..
