As my eyes abruptly opened, I found myself in a familiar place, disoriented and dismissing the eerie void as a mere illusion created by my enemies. Desperate to escape this illusion, I swung my arm forcefully, hoping to shatter the perceived barrier. To my dismay, excruciating pain surged through my hand as it collided with an undeniably solid surface. This was no hallucination; this was the harsh reality I faced.
I winced at the stinging pain and took in my unfamiliar surroundings, my gaze fixating on a state-of-the-art holographic clock resting on the desk before me. Its digital display revealed a date that defied all logic – November 18, 2135. The shock hit me like a lightning bolt; somehow, inexplicably, I had been thrust back in time, fifteen years into the past.
Despite the tangible reality, a fragment of doubt lingered within me. Could this be a high-level illusion I couldn't break free from? Uncertainty clouded my thoughts, casting a shadow over the seemingly palpable reality. A multitude of questions flooded my mind as I grappled with the implications of this unforeseen regression. How had I managed to traverse through time? Why now, and why at this particular moment? The weight of temporal displacement pressed heavily upon me, each passing moment inundating me with more questions than answers.
Engrossed in deep contemplation, I remained seated, pondering the complexities of time, my mind swirling in a whirlwind of thoughts.
My mind was filled with uncertainty, causing my shoulders to slump. Suddenly, a sudden movement interrupted my thoughts and brought me back to reality. I
'What the Hell'