
by HeliosForGeeks
"I woke up in the middle of the night to face my monitor, even though I could have sworn that I fell asleep in my bed...." "In a world I imagined, but never made. " I stopped being an author three years ago. To be more clear, I never wrote down what I imagined. I opted for a more suitable career. Too bad I don't remeber it now. Turns out, someway, somehow, I manifested to the world I made years ago. Absurd ? I wish. I don't remember who I am. My name, family, those things. Even though I could still clearly remember Earth. I gave myself a name, Cryo Freima. And my goal was simple. Leave. To the real world.
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