When I can't sleep, I enter my own world inside a novel.

"Just as I said—this was merely a dream, yet it truly feels like the script of a novel or a film."

As the line blurs between life and death, memory and illusion, she must navigate a world where nothing stays still... not even time.
Was it just a dream? Or did she leave something behind in that place—something that still waits for her return?

Remnants in the Maze
A school day begins like any other—until the walls of reality start to crack. A student finds herself drifting from the familiar comfort of her classroom into a maze of unfinished buildings, abandoned roads, and creatures that should not exist.

We ran into an old man, his eyes glowing blue, standing stunned by something. I kept running and left him behind. The girl and I were confused, so I told her, "I have to go back and warn my friend."
And that’s when the dream ended.

with a warning sign about nuclear danger and barbed-wire fences. I asked the girl, "Why didn’t anyone warn us about the nuclear danger?" but she didn’t understand

She said, "You're already dead. This is your remains, and I have to carry them out of here." We continued running until we reached a thick patch of green grass and a white sky—no rain, just clouds. In front of us stood a white building, like the White House,

The scene shifted, and now I was watching my "friend," who was holding a rifle,hunting with some young men. They were shooting at birds in the sky.I couldn’t reach them,but I encountered a dark-skinned girl who was panting as if she had been running.I told her about the monsters,and we ran to escape

I ran until I saw another creature, smaller but still terrifying, like a human-sized, thin monster dragging a corpse. It seemed to notice me, and I froze.

As we walked, everyone started to scatter, and I wandered through the grass. Suddenly, I came across a huge, terrifying creature—like a giant monster with muscles. When I saw it, I ran toward my friends in fear.
But I got lost, panicking, thinking it would catch me.

then we went with a group of students to a vast place with abandoned buildings and dirt paths, like a farm. It seemed new, and I thought, "They’re smart; they haven’t even finished the floor yet."

After school, I left with a guy who seemed like a friend—though I don’t have any real friends like that. We were talking and arguing, and there was a guy annoying me. My "friend" got in his car and started racing him. I caught up and told him to stop the fights,

I saw Zina standing by the door when Miss Nidal came over and screamed at her. Zina started trembling and screamed in fear, rushing toward me. I hugged her tightly and calmed her down.

After they left, I noticed there was a chair in front of me, but the student was sitting underneath it like she was hiding. She had a child with her, and a little girl who started crying. The student took her out, and the child stayed, so I tried to calm him down by giving him candy. Then he left

social studies. One of the teachers came over to me and said that the subject would be fun and interesting, so I smiled, but inside I thought, “Nooo, I hate social studies.”