I woke up on the floor.
The screen was off.
The headphones unplugged.
And the air felt... wrong.
Like I was hearing a room that used to breathe, but didn't anymore.
I tried to speak.
The voice that came out wasn't mine.
It was higher. Softer. Familiar.
Elena's voice.
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I stood.
The world tilted.
I walked past a mirror and caught my reflection — but only for a second.
Because the mirror didn't show me.
It showed her.
Not her face, but her posture.
The way she tilted her head.
The way she used to smile before asking, "Is this a good line?"
I blinked.
It was me again.
Sort of.
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I opened my laptop.
There was no login screen.
It greeted me with:
> Welcome, Elena.
My hands moved without thinking.
I opened the music folder.
Clicked a new file I didn't create.
"MemoryTrack_vFinal.ez3"
It played.
And for the first time, I didn't listen.
I sang.
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Every note came instinctively.
Every lyric aligned.
Not like remembering — more like compulsion.
And at the final chorus, I looked up.
My voice cracked.
I didn't recognize the words, but they came from me.
> "This is not your grief."
> "This is not your life."
> "This is not your name."
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I clicked open the system log.
One message at the bottom:
> User: Ezra_Lin
Status: TERMINATED
> User: Elena_vReal
Status: Active (Host Integrity: 46%)
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I was alive.
But I wasn't Ezra.
And I wasn't fully Elena.
I was...
the song.