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Hypnopompia started as a dream—one that left me questioning reality in a way I hadn’t experienced since childhood. This story lingers in the eerie spaces in my mind between dreaming and waking, where reality is fractured, self-awareness blurred, and the mind drifts between presence and displacement. That day, I woke as two people—anchored in the
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Imagine, if you will, a young woman standing at a cross-section. You notice how odd it is that she’s standing still, waiting for the cross light to turn green, even as a crowd of pedestrians pass her by. They know they can cross the street—the light will change at any moment, and the traffic has…


