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🕰️ "The Name Lost in the Folds of Time"

🧒 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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The Seventh Step of Chandravir




Prologue:


“Not every palace hides gold...
Some hide portals to other worlds.”

The Story Begins...

In a forgotten village in Rajasthan stood the haunted ruins of a palace — Chandravirgarh.
Locals whispered of a staircase hidden deep within.
But it wasn’t ordinary...
The seventh step was said to lead beyond this world. 




17-year-old Aarav had always felt an invisible pull toward that palace, like a forgotten memory calling his name.

One twilight evening, he walked in. 

The Mystery of the Seven Steps:

The palace was crumbling, dusty and broken...
Yet in the center stood a perfect staircase —
Just seven glowing steps.




As Aarav placed his foot on the first one,
the world around him changed.

Each step opened a new realm:

  1. The first — a still desert, where time was frozen.
  2. The second — a whispering forest, where trees spoke in riddles.
  3. The third — a mirror-like lake showing moments from his forgotten past.

And on and on…
Each step pulling him deeper.

The Seventh Step:

On the seventh step, there was no ground.

Aarav stood on a glass bridge —
beneath him: nothing.
Above him: stars frozen mid-blink.

Across the bridge stood another Aarav.

Same face, same age… but with colder eyes and darker clothes.

The mirror version spoke:

"You are what you chose to become.
I am what you left behind."

Their voices echoed. Their presence merged.

Only one Aarav would return.

The End… Or the Beginning?

The villagers say Aarav came back.

But… his eyes were different.
Silent. Glowing. Watching.

The palace?
Gone — vanished without a trace.

But if, one night,
you dream of climbing seven glowing steps…

Be careful.




The seventh one may not bring you back.

Have You Seen the Seventh Step Too...?

If this story stirred your imagination, left you wondering, or gave you goosebumps — drop a comment!
Which step would you want to stand on?

Share this story with your friends, and let them know —
Some steps don’t lead up or down…
They lead somewhere else.


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