The dim lights of the metro flickered overhead, their glow casting fractured reflections on the polished floor. The train hummed as it glided along the tracks—a sound Eren had grown accustomed to over the years. This was just another morning, another commute, another day that felt neither remarkable nor miserable. Just... ordinary.
He leaned against the cold metal pole, fingers loosely curled around the strap of his bag. The metro was packed, as always—office workers, students, and half-asleep commuters filling the space. Phone screens illuminated tired faces. A muffled conversation drifted through the air—an elderly couple whispering about rising grocery prices, a teenage girl laughing at a joke on her screen. Beneath it all, the steady rhythm of the train was the only constant.
Eren closed his eyes for a moment, letting the monotony lull him into a false sense of comfort.
Then, the train slowed.He Steps Inside The Train
The train rocked gently as it sped forward. He closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the familiar hum of movement.
Then, after what felt like only minutes, the train slowed.
The robotic voice overhead announced his station. The doors slid open with a hiss, and he stepped out onto the platform.
Because the second his foot landed, everything changed.
The air felt... wrong.
Gone was the familiar underground musk of city dust and sweat. Instead, a sterile, artificial scent filled his lungs. The distant echoes of footsteps, the murmur of the morning rush—vanished.
Eren froze, heart lurching.
The station was different.
The walls—too smooth. A strange silver material pulsed faintly beneath the harsh white lights. The ceiling stretched impossibly high, lined with glowing blue panels that flickered like dying stars. Even the floor was pristine, eerily reflective, untouched by dirt or time.
He turned, expecting to see the metro still behind him. Expecting to see people, the train, the sliding doors—
But there was nothing.
The platform stretched into emptiness.
A cold, creeping dread slithered down his spine. He took a shaky step back, trying to rationalize what he was seeing. Maybe I got off at the wrong stop. Maybe this is some kind of modernized station I've never seen before.
But that thought shattered the moment he looked beyond the station's glass doors.
The city outside was not his own.
Towering structures, sleek and metallic, reached into the sky. Windows glowed with neon symbols he didn't recognize. Enormous holograms floated above, advertising something in an unfamiliar language. Vehicles—sleek, silent—hovered in midair, weaving through gravity-defying pathways that twisted through the skyline.
It was like stepping into a science fiction dream.
Eren's breath turned shallow. His fingers curled into a fist.
"Okay… okay. Stay calm."
His own voice sounded foreign—hollow in the vast silence. He shoved a trembling hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone. The screen blinked to life. 8:42 AM. The same time as when he'd boarded the train.
But—no signal.
No Wi-Fi. No data. Nothing.
Panic crawled under his skin.
He spun around, searching for anyone—someone—who could explain what was happening. But the ticket booth was abandoned. The benches sat empty. Despite the station's pristine condition, it was devoid of life.
Yet…
Somewhere in the distance, a whisper.
Not words. Just the feeling of something unseen, watching.
His pulse pounded in his ears. Move. Now.
The station doors slid open as he approached. A rush of cold air hit him, sharp enough to send a shiver through his spine. He stepped outside, feeling the weight of the city pressing down on him.
It was enormous. Skyscrapers lined the horizon, some connected by narrow bridges that pulsed with soft blue light. The roads stretched wide, filled with silent, automated vehicles hovering inches above the ground.
But there were no people.
No footsteps. No conversations. No background noise of a bustling metropolis.
Just the quiet hum of technology.
A sharp beep shattered the silence.
Eren's head snapped up. His eyes locked onto a massive digital screen embedded in the nearest building.
WELCOME TO SECTOR 92, YEAR 2091.
His stomach dropped.
"No. No, no, no—that's not right."
2091?
That was impossible.
His legs wobbled, the weight of the realization crashing down on him. I was on a train. In my city. In my time.
Then why was he standing seventy years in the future?
He stumbled back, breath uneven, hands shaking. Something was seriously wrong.
And the worst part?
A whisper in his mind, cold and familiar.
"This isn't the first time this has happened to you."
A violent shudder tore through him.
He didn't understand why—but something inside him did.
Like his body remembered something his mind had long forgotten.
Then—pain.
A sharp, stabbing sensation behind his eyes. His vision warped, the world tilting dangerously. He clutched his head as a searing flash of something—someone—ripped through his thoughts.
A girl's face.
Familiar, yet unrecognizable.
Her lips moved, but he couldn't hear the words.
And then—
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Everything reset.
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The metro doors opened with a hiss.
Eren blinked.
He was back on the train.
His breath hitched, heart hammering against his ribs. His eyes darted around. The same passengers. The same dim lights. The same murmured conversations.
Like nothing had happened.
His lungs burned as he sucked in sharp, uneven gasps. His nails dug into his palms.
No. That wasn't a dream. That wasn't my imagination.
He had felt it. He had seen that world.
Then why was he back here?
The robotic voice overhead announced his station.
The train slowed.
The doors hissed open.
His body tensed. Every instinct screamed at him—don't step out.
But his feet moved on their own.
And the second he crossed the threshold—
The world changed again.
Author's Note:
Hey there, thanks for checking out A World That Never Exists. This is a story about a guy who steps onto a train like it's just another normal day—only to realize that nothing is normal anymore. One moment he's in his world, the next… he's somewhere else. Somewhere that shouldn't exist.
If you like stories with mystery, tension, and that creeping feeling that something just isn't right, you're in the right place. Get ready, because Eren's journey is only just beginning. And trust me—things are going to get interesting!