Timeloop - 3:17AM

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3:17 AM

Every morning, Aryan woke up at exactly 3:17 AM.

The first time, he thought it was a coincidence.

The second time, he was annoyed.

The third time, he noticed something terrifying.

The digital clock always showed 3:17 AM.

The rain outside sounded the same.

The dog across the street barked three times.

And a shadow stood at the end of his bedroom.

Every. Single. Time.

Aryan would blink.

Then wake up again.

3:17 AM.

At first, he tried different things.

He hid under the blanket.

He ran out of the house.

He called his friends.

He even stayed awake all night.

Nothing worked.

Every attempt ended the same way.

Darkness.

Then—

3:17 AM.

After hundreds of loops, Aryan memorized everything.

Every crack in the wall.

Every raindrop on the window.

Every breath of the shadow.

Then one day, he decided to approach it.

His legs trembled.

The shadow slowly raised a hand.

A cold voice whispered:

"Do you remember now?"

Suddenly, memories flooded back.

A car.

A wet road.

Blinding headlights.

A scream.

His own scream.

Aryan realized the truth.

He had died months ago in a car accident.

The time loop wasn't a curse.

It was his mind refusing to accept death.

The shadow wasn't a monster.

It was him.

Waiting for himself to remember.

Tears filled his eyes.

For the first time, he stopped running.

"I remember," he whispered.

The shadow smiled.

The room began to fade.

The clock changed.

3:18 AM.

Then the world disappeared into white light.

The next morning, Aryan's family visited his grave.

A gentle breeze passed through the trees.

And for the first time since the accident,

Aryan was finally free.

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