Echoes of the timeless world -1

I woke up to chaos. I opened my eyes, and the first thing I noticed was the sound—the wind howling, the thunder crashing, the rain lashing against my windows in furious sheets. I walked to the window, the glass rattling under the pressure of the storm. It was dark outside, but not night—no, it was the kind of darkness that you can’t escape from, even in the middle of the day. The sky was thick with clouds, swirling, and twisting in ways that didn’t look natural. Lightning flashed, but it wasn’t the brief, sharp kind of lightning I knew. This was different. It held, stretching across the sky, lingering long enough to cast everything in an eerie, pale glow. The storm didn’t seem like it was passing—it was alive, relentless.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen a storm this bad. It was as if the world had gone mad; all I could do was watch. My fingers pressed against the cold glass, and I felt a strange dread rising in my chest. What was happening?

I stepped outside, the door slamming behind me as the wind yanked at my jacket. The rain hit my skin like cold needles, each drop sharp and punishing. The storm seemed alive, a force that had somehow woken up and decided to unleash its fury here. I took a step forward, barely able to see past the chaotic spray of rain.

And then, everything stopped.

Not the storm—no, that raged on, the wind shrieking like a living thing. But time, or maybe just my place in it, paused. A blinding light split the air, and for one endless moment, I was suspended in its embrace. I didn’t feel pain. I didn’t feel anything. The world around me melted away, leaving only the light, impossibly bright and consuming.

Then it was gone, and with it, the ground beneath me.

I woke up to cold pavement pressing against my back. The rain was still falling, but I barely felt it. My body was heavy, and unresponsive, as if it didn’t belong to me anymore. I tried to move—just a finger, a toe—but nothing obeyed. 

Shadows loomed over me. At first, they were just shapes, indistinct against the swirling sky. But as my vision cleared, they sharpened. Figures, standing over me, watching. Their faces were hidden, shrouded in the storm’s dim light, but I could feel their attention. It wasn’t comforting. It wasn’t human.

Panic swelled, but my body refused to act. I couldn’t twitch a muscle, couldn’t even speak. My mind screamed against the stillness, against the paralysis. The only thing I could do was think. And as the seconds stretched into eternity, one thought pushed its way through the chaos:

Was I dead?

I struggled to piece together the fragments of memory. The lightning. The storm. The blinding light. But it was all slipping away, like sand through my fingers. Something was wrong—more than just my inability to move. It was like a piece of me had been stripped away, leaving an emptiness I couldn’t name.

Whatever had happened, I wasn’t the same. I wasn’t sure I was even me anymore.

stay tuned for the next part ...........

unwillingly (was held at gunpoint )

partial credit(kaavya chauhan aka erik ten hag )