It was a clear spring morning in India—sunlight bathed the old town in a golden hue, and the air carried the gentle scent of jasmine and dust. From a narrow alley flanked by crumbling colonial walls, a teenage boy stepped out of his ancestral home—a structure full of fading beauty, its wooden windows carved with forgotten patterns and its red-tiled roof groaning with age.
He wore a black Japanese track suit that hugged his slim frame. His hair, jet black and slightly tousled, moved gently in the breeze. He was on his way to the local market, though he hadn't said exactly what he planned to buy. There was something casual in his step, yet his eyes held the quiet vacancy of someone lost in thought.
As he approached the rusted iron gate of his home, his hand stretched forward to unlatch it.
Then it hit him.
A vision—brief and brutal—flashed across his mind like lightning splitting the sky. In it, he saw himself—dying. He was lying on the ground, his stomach torn open, blood soaking into the dirt beneath him. A gleaming blade had carved him from gut to chest. He couldn't see the attacker's face… only a blur, a silhouette, a shadow that didn't belong to the sunlight of the real world.
His breath caught. He staggered slightly, gripping the gate. The metal felt hot under his palm, as if the vision had left a residue of heat and terror behind. Confusion swept over him. What was that?
He stood there, frozen, listening to the distant sounds of birds and street vendors. Everything seemed real. Too real.
He shook his head, forced a breath, and pushed open the gate.
The moment his foot crossed the threshold, his vision collapsed. The world blinked out.
No pain. No sound. Only blankness.
And then…
He opened his eyes.
He was lying in the middle of an immense green field—lush grass stretching endlessly in every direction under a grey, featureless sky. The air was still. The silence pressed against his ears like a scream held in suspension.
There was no one around. No houses. No trees. No market. Just the endless field—and him.
He sat up slowly, heart pounding, trying to understand.
Ayo Where In The Hell I'm At?