Everything was enveloped in whiteness—dream or reality? I couldn't tell, but I was floating in a place that resembled nothingness. There, where the slow beats of an unknown heart reached me like whispers from a distant world, images began to form slowly, as if I were regaining a forgotten memory.
Suddenly, I found myself drawn into a running body, observing it from afar as if I were its shadow. When I opened my eyes, the world spun around me. I felt the weight of reality pulling me back, regaining consciousness. Blood trickled down my forehead, and my fear grew with every heartbeat. I tried to hold my trembling brow, but I lost consciousness again, sinking into an infinite void.
When I regained consciousness, the room around me was unfamiliar, with walls painted in a faded color suggesting age. An old wooden wardrobe stood in the corner, and a small television sat atop a battered shelf. Three beds were crammed together, two stacked, reflecting the cramped space.
I tried to understand, to piece together the scattered fragments of my memory, but everything was hazy, as if living in an incomplete dream. At that moment, someone suddenly entered—a young man with indistinct features. His voice was blurry but loud: "Mustafa, come, the food is ready."
I didn't know how I got here or why they called me by that name. With curiosity and anxiety, I followed the voice to the kitchen. The room was filled with the aroma of food, small but brimming with life. I sat with a peculiar group at an old wooden table—a man and a woman in simple clothes, and three children ranging from childhood to adolescence, all looking at me as if I were part of their lives.
The woman, with a warm smile, said softly, "Come on, eat." Her features were reassuring, exuding kindness, yet I was unable to comprehend anything. I looked at the plate of food, seeing my strange reflection. Blood dripped into the dish, mingling with the food. I looked up at them, all of them staring at me as if expecting something unknown to me.
The man, who seemed to be the head of the family, had resolute eyes, his features telling stories of a life filled with experiences. The children exchanged glances, a mix of anxiety and curiosity.
Moments of silence passed, and I could only ask myself, "Where am I?" This question screamed within me as I faced the reality that I might be in a world unknown to me, in a life I had never lived before. The situation was strange, yet I felt a desire to explore.
While I was lost in thought, I heard another voice, this time from the kitchen window. It was like a whisper of the wind, but it carried clear words: "The time is near, you are the key." I quickly turned toward the window, but there was no one there.
A chill ran through my body, as if something extraordinary was happening around me. Those mysterious words opened new doors of questions in my mind. What did it mean, and why did I feel like I was part of something larger than I could imagine?
By the end of this strange day, I knew that my life would never be the same, and that my journey to uncover hidden truths had just begun.