Every day someone would vanish from
Aria’s town without a trace. She tried to investigate, but every time she asked
someone about a missing person, they looked at her as if she were crazy. “Who?”
they would say. “I don’t remember anyone like that.”
As the disappearances continued, Aria started to feel like
she was losing her mind. Was she imagining things? Had she dreamed up these
people? She tried to find records of them, but there was nothing. No birth
certificates, no social media profiles, no employment records. It was as if
they had never existed in the first place.
Then, one day, it happened to Aria herself. She was walking
home from work when she suddenly felt a strange sensation, like the ground was
shifting beneath her feet. She looked around her and saw that her surroundings
were fading away, like a dream that was ending. And then, she was gone.
When Aria woke up, she realised that the town, and her life there, had been a thirty-year dream, experienced in just one night of sleep. From then on, every night she would start a new life and live for thirty years, before waking up and returning to normality. She is now, in effect, hundreds of thousands of years old, and looks very good for her age.
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