The Sentient Forest

I first noticed it on Tuesday. The woman in the painting had moved. Her hand, which had been resting on her lap, was now pointing toward the window. I blinked, thinking my eyes were playing tricks on ...

I watched myself walk through the door, but it wasn't me. Not exactly. This version of me was confident, successful, happy. In this dimension, I had made different choices. I had taken the job, moved ...

The message appeared on my phone at exactly midnight. No sender ID, just the words: 'You have 24 hours to save them.' I tried to call the number back, but it didn't exist. I tried to delete the messag...