You woke up, in a field.. you were confused, anxious, nervous and scared, You kept thinking "where the heck is my (sibling)?".. You looked around and saw a red house.. You felt like you were here, You felt like you have been here before when you were a child Standing in front of the old house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. It was as if I had lived there before, even though I knew that wasn't possible. The field behind the house seemed to stretch on forever, and I could almost hear the sound of my younger self running across it. But as I looked around, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I didn't recognize the nearby town, or the road that led to it. I had no idea how I had gotten here, and I wasn't sure how to get back home. As the sun began to set, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What if I was lost forever, trapped in a place I didn't know, with no way to find my way back? In that moment, I felt a sense of loneliness I had never experienced before. All I could do was stand in front of the old house, feeling like a stranger in a strange place, and hope that somehow, some way, I would find my way back home.

The house, the field, the atmosphere.. It was all the same it felt nostalgic to be here, you felt like you were safe but not at the same time, you were still afraid.. All you can think off is how did you got here in the first place?.. How?

. . . It was all confusing to you, why were you even here?.. did you do something? or was this all just a dream?, are you sleeping right now?

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I feel like I have been here before, The grass, the house, the atmosphere, the land, the breeze, the silence, and the soothing presence is quite alarming and calming at the same time.. but I can feel the danger here..

I feel it