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Night, 2:00 o'clock. Heavy rain with thunder rattled the windows of the house, waking Jay from his sleep.
The noise from the windows woke him up from his sleep. Jay saw that one side of the window was open, and there was a little storm going on. He got up and went to close the window. As he approached, a tense thunder struck right before his eyes.
"Dad!" Jay exclaimed.
It triggered a flashback from his childhood—a trauma of losing something, or everything. After closing the window, he returned to bed. However, as he did so, he noticed his diary, where he wrote his stories, was open on his reading table. He thought maybe the wind had caused it and closed the diary before going back to bed.
Morning, 6:00 am. Another day in Jay's life as a college student began. He woke up, performed his morning routine—stretching, meditation to clear his mind, brushing his teeth, showering, having breakfast, and preparing for college. His rented home was close to the college, allowing him to leisurely make his way there. Stepping outside, he noticed it was fall, his favorite season.
He started for college and arrived around 9:30 am as usual. Jay was a creative writing and professional writing student, passionate about becoming a famous writer—a dream he had nurtured since childhood. Due to his love for writing, he brought his diary everywhere, jotting down stories during class breaks and lunch periods. His classmates affectionately called him a "writer freak."
After a long day at college, where he didn't have many friends due to being introverted, Jay headed home alone. Passing a small field on the road, he noticed a large crowd gathered, with police and journalists present. Curious about what was happening but unable to get through the crowd, he decided to move on. Feeling hungry, he stopped at a nearby general store. Inside, he saw the news on TV reporting the same incident he had seen—the smoke rising from what appeared to be a hole created by a meteorite or something similar.
After shopping, he returned home feeling tired from the day. He needed to freshen up, prepare a meal, and rest a bit before planning to write some stories in his diary. Placing his bag on the study table, Jay went to change into fresh clothes. Upon opening his closet, he discovered one of his jackets was slightly burned and smoking.
Alarmed, he quickly put out the fire but couldn't understand how it had happened. Momentarily shocked, he decided to take a shower and eat because he was both tired and hungry. After showering and having his meal, he examined the jacket, wondering aloud:
"Maybe this jacket caught fire on its own. Perhaps there's truth to the 'Toy Story' here—'The Clothes Story'!"
Jay was overwhelmed by everything happening but decided to rest a bit before letting his mind wander into an interesting story.
He took a short nap and woke up at 8:00 pm, exclaiming, "Huh, what a mysterious day. Time to wake up." Feeling the need for coffee, he planned to finish his year-long hard work. He finally had an idea of how to complete his work and secure the title of Student of the Year, introducing himself to the world of writers, where he hoped to become known.
He made himself a coffee and placed his diary on the study table. However, upon opening it, Jay exclaimed in confusion:
"Huh? What's this? A new diary? What's going on? Where are my stories? Where's my hard work? Am I dreaming? What the hell?"
He pinched himself, feeling the pain, confirming it wasn't a dream.
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"No! No! No! No! Nooo! My hard work, my dream!"
Jay's eyes welled up, and he began to panic.
"How will I submit my work to college to become Student of the Year? How will I become the greatest writer of all time? Dad, are you there? Help me!"
Jay put his head on the table and whispered:
"Dad, I can't fulfill your one and only wish. I'm sorry, Dad, I'm sorry."
He began to recall the memories—the day it all started.
**Flashback**
When Jay was a kid, his mother died for an unknown reason when he was around 5 or 6 years old. His only family left was his father, who worked at an antique shop as a co-worker. When Jay turned 10, his father asked him:
**Dad:** What do you want to be when you grow up?
**Jay:** Dad, I want to be a big and famous writer! I want to write stories just like Grandpa did and become the greatest!
**Dad:** Hmmm, so you want to be a writer just like your grandpa? I appreciate that. You'll carry on your grandpa's writer bloodline. It's your responsibility now!
**Jay:** Yeees! I will! But I don't have a diary, a big one to write in.
**Dad:** Hmmm, I see. What can I do?
The next month was Jay's birthday, and his dad bought him a diary.
**Dad:** Happy birthday, kiddo!
**Jay:** Yeee! Thank you!
**Dad:** Do you know what I got for you?
**Jay:** Yeeee! You got me a gift! What is it, Dad, what is it?
His dad handed him the diary.
**Jay:** 😳😳 A diary! Yeeeeee! Wow, it's so well-designed and unique. Thank you, Dad, thank you!
That day, he excitedly took the diary to his room and placed it on the table. His father called him to the living room. It was a rainy day. Suddenly, they heard a loud thunder. Startled, Jay ran back to his room. When he opened the door, he saw that the roof was broken—a big hole with all the wooden stuff slightly burning. The table where he had placed his diary was broken and slightly burnt. Shocked, he rushed to retrieve his diary. Upon inspection, he found that the thunder had struck directly at the diary, leaving no signs. Unperturbed, he took his diary and returned. But then he went back to his room and picked up the field, and upon turning back, he saw that the door and the walls were burning!!!
**Jay:** AHHHHHH!! DAD!! DADDDD!! HELP ME!! HELP MEEEEE!!
Then he saw his father running down the stairs and opened the door, saying,
**Dad:** Come, come quick!
Jay ran towards his dad, and his dad carried him and rushed towards the exit. Because they had a wooden house, it burned pretty fast. They managed to get out through the exit door, but the firefighters arrived a little late. By the time they got out, his dad's body and skin were already burned. However, he didn't turn to ash because his dad wrapped him with a sack, preventing Jay from getting hurt. He saw his father like that.
**Jay:** DADDDDDD!!
**Dad:** Don't worry, son. I'm okay. I have one last wish. Can you fulfill it?
**Jay:** What wish do you have, Dad? I will fulfill every wish of yours!
**Dad:** I-I wish for you to become the greatest writer of all time!
**Jay:** I will, Dad. I will! Dad? Dad? No, no, no, nooo!! Dadddddddddd!!!
His father kneeled and died like a hero. Then all the firefighters saw Jay and moved him away from his dad because his dad was very hot and smoking.
After that, Jay's aunt took him to her house and took on the responsibility of raising him.
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So when he started to remember all that, he had actually fallen asleep on his table. After some time, he felt warmth, but slowly it turned into intense heat, and then he woke up.
**Jay:** Mnn... Ahh... Huaaa... Haaa!! Huh?... What... The sky?... A red one?... And why am I feeling so heated?
He slowly moved his hand to the ground.
**Jay:** What? Why does it feel so soft? Huh, it's grass! It's grass? What...
Then he woke up and sat up.
**Jay:** Huh? 👁️👄👁️? Huh??? What is this? A big sun? A big sunset? And why am I lying on a grass field? And... And huh?? My clothes, WTF?? Why are my clothes burned out, and there are only pieces of fibers lingering on my body?
Oh, my book! Where is it? (took the book in hand) Why have all my stories vanished all of a sudden? I've been writing in this diary for 14 years, and now all of my work is gone?
And where am I? What is this big sun and sunset in front of me, and this red and orange sky? There's also a one-sided canyon in front of me, and wait, is that air? The air is f***ing touching my body, and not only my body, it's touching every object in its way and turning it into golden dust flying away???
And there are no trees, only small plants and some stones, and all this yellow and green grass. There are no animals or humans. It feels like I am in an empty world. Where am I? Am I dreaming again? Okay, let's pinch myself. AHHH, f***, it's f***ing real! Where the f*** am I???
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Jay's APPEARANCE
Name:- Jay Roy
Age:- 24
College student.