You woke up to the sound of your usual alarm clock. Your senses tingle as you prepare to open your eyes from a deep slumber.
You check the time.
And then, you check it again. You squint below the digits and see what year it is—you freak. Turns out, you quantum jumped while listening to a 963 Hertz radio frequency into the future.
The future your current self is creating.
Can you tell me what do you see? Is it safe?
You look around and find that it’s empty. Hollow. Utterly devoid of substance.
Then, there’s a box.
You twitch as you battle cowardice and curiosity. You swallow the lump in your throat and walk toward it. You flip the cover as your fingertips feel the crisp texture and that earthy scent enters your nostrils.
Tell me, what’s in it?
Does it have something to do with your identity? No, not what you have in mind. The real you—not the roles you try to wear, not the limitations people try to feed you.
The one who is free from expectations, attachments, and suffering.
You. What are you?
Ah. You tremble at what you see inside the carton. It’s something that reminds you of the past. Was it your favorite snow globe when you were a kid? Was it that one thing you eventually forgot, or the one you broke by being too hasty and careless?
That’s not so free of you, is it?
Suddenly, everything turns to dust. What’s happening? You try to rescue every tiny bit that’s left, but no matter how strong your grip is, it’s not enough to hold what’s crashing in.
Because it isn’t the box that’s turning to ashes—it’s you.
You had all your chances to build a firm future, and you blew them away by staying too tucked into a past that no longer serves its purpose.
You monster.
How can you move forward while looking in the opposite direction?
How did it happen? You were so sure you were no longer chained, but what went wrong?
Oh, I’ll tell you. But first, you need to open the jar on your left.
Wait… was it there all along? Did you fail to see it because you were too fixated on the box?
You look at the trickling water drops on the ceiling.
Time is ticking. Your present self is being gnawed by boredom, and your future is at stake. There’s just this empty feeling deep inside you, amidst all the dimensions you exist in. I sense it. But you keep chasing the wrong things.
The jar represents your present desires—which will soon shape your future.
What is it that you truly want?
Do you want to be… seen? I see you.
Take heed—there’s a shadow lurking behind you.
Don’t worry. You’re safe. For now. It hasn’t smelled your fears yet.
The wooden floor creaks every time you move closer—step by step, inch by inch.
The shadow jumps in front of you. It reveals itself.
Does it look scary?
You stare as it stares back.
It’s you.
Were you scared of yourself all along?
No. It’s not totally you.
It resembles you—but something’s not right.
It mimics you, with your fears amplified.
It looks exactly like your insecurities, your weaknesses, your losses.
Did it give you a sinister smile? Was it angry?
Whatever you’re feeling, you don’t have to go through it alone. I’ll feel it with you. I’ll hold you.
The horrors of your failures are finally smirking at you face to face, while you’re only a few steps away from your wishes.
Do you wrestle… or sit with it? Pick one.
You wise, wise, enchanting soul.
It points to the jar—you’ve tamed it. How did you do that?
Go on. Reach for it. Reach for the fantasy that’s yet to be realized. I can lead you to it.
Awaken that uncontrollable desire in you.
Your uncertainties, childhood fragility, the lack you feel in life, your repressed desires—I have the key to free them all.
What am I?
Are you ready?
I am you.
You have the power to mold and shape the path ahead.
You need only to make a choice.
Let this be your wake up call.
