The first time Elias heard the whispers, he thought it was a dream.
They came in the silence of the night, like distant voices carried on the wind. Faint, fragmented sentences. A child laughing. A woman calling his name. The rustle of papers in an office that didn’t exist. But when he woke up, nothing had changed. His apartment was the same, his life was the same—ordinary, predictable.
Then, one day, he saw it.
Walking home from work, Elias stopped in front of a building he had never noticed before—a bookstore, old and faded, as if it had been abandoned for years. But the sign on the door said “Grand Opening: Tomorrow.” He frowned. That couldn’t be right. The place looked like no one had stepped inside for a decade.
Curiosity got the best of him. He pushed the door open.
Inside, dust filled the air, and bookshelves stretched endlessly into the shadows. He took a step forward, and suddenly, the whispers returned—louder now. Stronger.
"Elias, are you there?" a voice murmured.
He spun around. No one. But on the counter, there was a book with his name on it. **“The Life of Elias Carter.”**
His hands trembled as he opened it. The pages were filled with detailed accounts of his life—until today. After that, the words became faint, unreadable, like ink that had been washed away. The last clear sentence read:
"Tomorrow, everything changes."
A cold shiver ran down his spine.
The next morning, Elias rushed back to the bookstore—but it was gone. In its place stood a blank, empty lot, as if the building had never existed.
And yet, as he stood there, the whispers still lingered. "Echoes of a tomorrow that had once been certain… but was now forgotten."
