The first thing that returned to me was not consciousness but a heaviness in my head
As if some force kept pressing on my thoughts even after I lost awareness
I opened my eyes slowly
And found myself in a strange room
Not a car and not a house
A small room with dull walls and a cold metal bed under me
I sat up with difficulty
And as soon as my hand touched the bed surface it froze in place
A strange feeling passed through my mind
Not an image
Not a sound
Not a future vision
But a sensation like the trace of a past movement
As if someone had been sitting here a few minutes ago
And the room still held remnants of their presence
I pulled my hand back quickly
"what is this..."
I stood and approached the small table by the wall
There was a glass of water on it
And on the surface fresh drops of moisture
I touched the glass without thinking
Suddenly my head shivered for a short moment
Another feeling appeared
Just a sense that a tense hand had held this glass not long ago
I did not see anything clearly
But I felt it
Then it vanished as it appeared
"this is not a vision..."
I whispered to myself in confusion
It was not the future
It was not a possibility
It was something that actually happened
Something from the past
From this very place
I moved toward the half-open door
I reached out and touched the handle
And another feeling hit me
Someone had closed this door a moment ago
Hurriedly
Anxiously
I did not see their face
I did not see their form
But I felt what they left behind
"impossible... how is this happening"
This is not my usual ability
This is not what I know
Visions were always forward-looking
Toward possibilities that had not happened yet
Linked to my stress
But this?
Something completely different
Something from the past
Something from the place itself
As if it was imprinted in a dimension after something inside me broke before I lost consciousness
Fear began creeping into my chest
Not from the room
But from myself
I heard footsteps approaching from outside
Real footsteps this time
No doubt
The sound came closer to the door
And a shadow appeared behind it
I stepped back while my mind filled with questions
Is the person coming really here
Or is my mind picking up remnants of someone who passed here before
Then came the voice
"ginso?"
I froze
The voice sounded like riko's in the same tone
But there was something strange
Something heavy and dull
As if it came from farther away than it should
The shadow approached and raised its hand toward the door
And at that same moment a third feeling hit my head
Stronger than the previous ones
A sense that someone had been here a moment ago
Someone else at the door now
And a third ready to leave while I was on the bed
Three layers
Three remnants
Of the same place
For a short moment I felt my mind splitting
Not toward the future
But toward what remained of the past
The shadow opened the door completely
And light spilled on his face
I stood still
And my mind screamed silently
What am I seeing now
Is it real
Or a previous echo
Or something in between