Deception

“E = mc². Strange little formula, isn’t it?”

I kept whispering it to myself, wondering—what really happens when you travel at the speed of light?



It was just another late night at the old, dusty train station I take home from college. I climbed the stairs, found my usual seat, and stared into the blur outside the window.

Harmony.

Another weird word drifted through my head as I checked the time.



My eyes grew heavy. I closed them for just a second... then a whistle woke me.

My stop.



But this wasn’t home.

Darkness—a kind of sight on its own—wrapped around me. My face was covered. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t see. The hum of a van engine echoed behind the silence.



Was I dreaming?

Was this real?



All I remembered before the darkness… was a black surface. And thick, fog-like smoke rising from it.



And now you’re wondering... how the hell did I get here?