Omega Trauma
I had just bought bread for breakfast. The warmth of it still lingered on my fingers as I stepped off the curb. Something moved too fast. A rush of air. A sudden weight. Then—nothing. When I opened my eyes, there was silence. Not the sterile quiet of a hospital, but something softer. Sunlight spilled over silk sheets. A breeze stirred the curtains of a wide window, carrying the scent of grass. I sat up—too easily. No pain. No wounds. The room was unfamiliar, elegant and untouched. Beyond the glass, green hills stretched endlessly. My heart began to race. I turned toward the mirror. The face staring back wasn’t mine. I grabbed my cheeks, breath shallow. “What happened…?” I whispered. “Who is this?”
About Omega Trauma
I had just bought bread for breakfast. The warmth of it still lingered on my fingers as I stepped off the curb. Something moved too fast. A rush of air. A sudden weight. Then—nothing. When I opened my eyes, there was silence. Not the sterile quiet of a hospital, but something softer. Sunlight spilled over silk sheets. A breeze stirred the curtai...Read more