I woke up and found myself here.
The sky stretched endlessly, the soft breeze carrying the scent of salt and sun. The beach was pristine—too pristine. The waves rolled in gentle, rhythmic patterns, like clockwork. I bent down, scooping up a handful of warm sand, letting it slip between my fingers.
It looked real. It felt real.
I stepped forward, my foot sinking slightly into the wet shore. The ...