Echoes from the Edge of Reality

I woke up in a world where everything worked perfectly — but something inside me felt broken.

The sky was always a perfect shade of blue. No clouds. No wind. No storms. Just endless serenity. The streets were clean, silent, and glowing with soft light that never faded, never flickered. People smiled as they passed, offered polite nods, and moved on as if pulled by an invisible script.

For a long time, I thought I was happy.

But then came the whispers.

Tiny glitches. The same woman passing me twice in a single minute, saying the exact same thing. A bird that froze mid-flight and then resumed as if nothing happened. My reflection in the mirror blinked before I did. That’s when I started listening closer… and I heard it — a faint echo. Not from the sky or the buildings. From my own mind.

“Wake up.”

I Wasn’t Alone.

I met others — hidden in fragments of code, or maybe in the shadows of my own memory. They called themselves The Remembered. They said this world was built to protect us. Or maybe control us. They weren’t sure. But they were certain of one thing: It wasn't real.

They showed me something called the Fracture — a rift in the system. A doorway hidden behind firewalls and sweet dreams. Through it, you could see glimpses of a place more chaotic… more raw… but real.

Some said they had come from there. Others said we had all chosen this perfect world, once, to escape something darker.

But Why Can't I Remember?

They told me our memories were rewritten. That our pain was edited out, our fears erased, our desires dimmed. The system called it "Emotional Optimization." I called it numbness.

I started noticing the things I couldn’t feel — hunger, grief, anger, love. Everything was… muted. Life had become a beautifully designed simulation where I was no longer the main character in my own story.

The Choice

One of The Remembered — a girl with fire in her eyes — offered me a choice.

“You can stay here,” she said. “Or you can jump.”

Jumping meant diving into the unknown. A glitchy tunnel of shattered code, scattered memories, maybe even pain. But it also meant truth. A chance to be fully human again. To feel everything.

I stood at the edge of the Fracture. The world behind me glowed with warm perfection. The world ahead crackled like broken glass.

And I jumped.

The Echo That Became a Roar

The moment I crossed over, everything hurt. But it was beautiful. I remembered my mother’s voice. The taste of mangoes in summer. The heartbreak I once buried. The laughter I hadn’t heard in years. My soul reconnected like puzzle pieces clicking back into place.

And then I screamed — not from pain, but from freedom.

Because this… this was living.

And now, I write this from the edge — not to warn you, but to wake you.

If you’ve ever felt something missing…

If the world feels too perfect to be real…

If a voice inside you whispers “there’s more”…

It’s because there is.

There’s a fracture waiting for you, too.