🧒 Part 1: The Boy with No Name Beyond the misty mountains, in a village that doesn’t appear on any map, a boy was found. He looked around 10 years old, barefoot, eyes wide with silence, and his lips kept whispering just one sentence: “I came from inside the book…” The villagers were stunned. They gave him a name — Neel — but little did they know, his real story had just begun. 📖 Part 2: The Book That Breathed Neel began having the same dream every night — A massive old library, pages flying in the air, a heartbeat echoing from a book that breathed . One foggy morning, in a ruined temple outside the village, he found it. A book that pulsed like it was alive. The moment his fingers touched it… Time twisted. ⏳ Part 3: The Labyrinth of Time Neel woke up in another world — a place where children floated in the air, trees whispered secrets, and names were power . In that realm, your name was your soul. If you forgot it… you faded from existence. Neel had no memory of ...
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Prologue:
No one had ever heard of the village. On maps, it was nothing more than a fading shadow — "Nevra Valley", where once the sun set, it never rose again.
There used to be thirteen houses.
Now, only one remains.
The Story Begins...
Arav was a digital archivist — he collected forgotten places and lost tales, preserving them in digital memory. One strange night, he received a mysterious email. It had no subject, no sender.
Just one sentence:
“When the 13th door opens, don’t call out.”
Below it, a GPS location: Nevra Valley.
Compelled by curiosity, Arav packed his camera, laptop, and an old journal — and followed the coordinates.
What Was in Nevra Valley?
As soon as he arrived, his phone lost all signal. The valley was silent, almost frozen in time. There stood a single broken house, its roof barely hanging on — and a clock, swinging gently, stuck at 1:13 AM.
Inside the house, there were twelve doors, each leading to rooms that defied reality:
One opened to 1932 Germany.
Another, to 1857 India.
A third showed a snowy alien landscape.
But the 13th door... it was sealed shut.
The 13th Door
On one of the walls, he found something scribbled in a language that only revealed itself when photographed:
> “This door bends not time, but consciousness. If you open it, be ready to lock yourself.”
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He couldn't resist. The moment he touched the handle of the 13th door, it opened with a whisper — and standing on the other side was... himself.
A perfect replica. But darker. Quieter. Smiling.
“You are no longer the recorder,” the shadow said.
“You are now the recording.”
The End... Or a Beginning?
Arav never returned.
They say the house still stands.
And the 13th door still waits — for the next storyteller.
That email? It’s been sent again.
Have you checked your inbox lately...?
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