Trenches of the Forgotten

There are places in this world that don't exist on any map. Towns forgotten by time, swallowed by silence, where the past lingers like a shadow just out of reach. Elias never questioned the town he grew up in-never wondered why the streets were always so quiet, why the air felt heavier some days. But the feeling was always there, waiting.

It started with whispers-familiar, yet impossible. A signpost that had always been there, yet he had never seen it before. A house that looked the same but felt... wrong. His mother's voice carried warmth, but her words were colder than the wind slipping through the trees. And then there was the dog, the way it stared-silent, unmoving, knowing something he didn't.

Reality is a fragile thing, easily bent, easily broken.

The night he tried to escape, he learned the truth: some homes are never truly lived in. Some reflections don't belong to you. And once you see what's on the other side-it sees you too.