Ethan always thought his grandmother’s attic was just full of old furniture and forgotten memories—until he found a small, intricately carved key hidden in a dusty box. One night, curiosity took over, and he unlocked an old chest that transported him into a parallel version of his own childhood. Every time he returned, subtle changes appeared in his real world: friends who didn’t exist, books with pages he hadn’t read before, and memories that weren’t his. Soon, Ethan realized that each journey was rewriting reality, and the key might have been meant for someone else entirely. The question: should he keep exploring or destroy the key and live with an uncertain but authentic life?
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