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Without the Many. Without guides. Anna shouted: “They're waking!” Elena stared. The forgotten experiments were not returning. They were becoming themselves. One by one. But then the original Adrian screamed. His voice came through the Door. “STOP!” Catherine froze. A dark wave moved through Outside Reality. All newly forming identities stopped. Anna whispered: “Oh no.” Elena looked toward the darkness. “What?” The original Adrian answered: “Subject Zero is awake.” Charles stared. “But Catherine—” Anna screamed:

Theodore looks up “…What now?” And then Reality itself trembles Not breaking Not shifting Reacting To something approaching Something even all of this Wasn’t meant to awaken

You can also follow me on my social networks for updates: FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/larasoultaker Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/larasoultaker TIK TOK: @lara soultaker ***************************************************** Chapter 6 Welcome to reality 7:30 am and the alarm goes off, one more day, I was in my apartment, after a weekend of emotions, I lay down in my bed, looking towards the ceiling, I closed my eyes and breathed some music in to relax this was my favorite time of the day, I had a lot of time to go to college.

Mira had never felt that kind of awakening in her entire existence. "Mira... wake up......... WAKE UP..." A voice came, and she felt her body was being pulled to reality and then suddenly she opened her eyes in a gasp. "HHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... I......" She mumbled, pushing her body up and sitting on her bed. She was sweating all over but the touch Mira could feel on her skin made her tremble. Immediately she looked right into Kade's eyes, staring into her soul and that is when she realized it was not real.

*Aaron* I don't know about you, but waking up next to someone as extraordinary as Winter can do funny things to a guy. Today, I felt like I was plugged into an energy grid or something. I woke from deep sleep, blinking against the golden rays pouring through the window, only to find Winter still lost in her dreams, her red hair swirling around her like a fiery halo. For a moment, I just sat there, taking in the sight, wondering how someone so ethereal could exist in my world. The tattoo on my chest—a northern star—seemed to pulse in sync with my heartbeat, thrumming with the same energy I felt when I marked her.

Amelia “No one will ever love you, Amelia.” My eyes snap open, and a ragged breath escapes my lips before I can stop it. The nightmare clings to me like a second skin, and for a moment after I wake up. It’s so vivid that it’s hard to tell what is real and what is not. But reality slowly creeps in—first the ache in my chest, then the sharp sting beneath my ribs, and then the beeping machine. I’m still alive.

Aria’s POV “Wake up!” I screamed, clenching my fists. “I need to wake up!” Suddenly, a blinding light engulfed me, illuminating the darkness. I shielded my eyes, heart racing, desperate to escape the nightmare. And then, with a gasp, I jolted awake, breathing heavily in the waiting room. The room was quiet, the morning sun streaming through the curtains. Reality flooded back, but the weight of the dream lingered like a shadow, refusing to let go.

Thea woke up as her alarm rang. She sat on the bed and stretched her arms like a cat. The vision in front of her blurry and she rubbed her eyes for some time to get a clear vision. She looked at the time and saw she got up on time. It made her happy. If gets up on time than it means that she will reach her school on time and her day will get good it. She forced herself out of the bed and went to washroom. She took her brush and squeezed out some paste on it and started to brush her teeth. After she was done, she rinsed her mouth.

***ALEXANDER*** I was jolted awake by the incessant buzzing of my phone. The sound cut through the blissful haze, dragging me back to reality. I blinked my eyes open, disoriented and frustrated. My gaze wandered down to my groin, where, unmistakably, I was very much aroused. With a grunt of annoyance, I reached for my phone, still half-caught in the throes of my dream. Without even glancing at the caller ID, I ended the call with a flick of my thumb, the noise silencing my momentary fantasy.

Chapter 55: Echoes of Existence I wake up. My consciousness returns like scattered puzzle pieces slowly assembling themselves. First sensation—soft sheets beneath my fingertips. Then sound—a rhythmic beeping nearby. Finally sight, as my eyelids flutter open to blinding fluorescent light. Hospital room. Standard issue. The kind I've seen in a thousand realities. A thousand realities. The memory crashes into me with such force that I gasp aloud, my body jackknifing upward. The convergence. The altar. Truth hovering above me. My blood on the stone. The collapse.