Reality Unravels
Mark sat frozen, the photo still in his hand, his thoughts spinning in every direction. Could he have simply forgotten a moment like this—something so significant? The possibility felt ridiculous, but the image before him didn’t lie. He tried to piece together a timeline that might explain it, searching his memory for any gap that might account for the unknown man who bore his face.
Each question led only to more uncertainty. Was this image a mistake, a manipulation, or a memory he’d lost? The doubt sank deep into his chest, and he began to wonder if his entire past had been curated for him. Every recollection felt suspect. It was as though he’d woken up in someone else’s life, unable to distinguish fact from fiction. The world he trusted now seemed like a carefully painted illusion.
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