The same dream again.
The sky was a deep shade of violet. Cities burned. Skyscrapers crumbled like sandcastles. Screams echoed in the distance. The ground trembled beneath the stomp of impossible beasts — mammoths, sabertooth tigers, giant crows darkening the skies, and serpents thicker than highways. The chaos was absolute.
Above all of it, standing motionless in the sky, was Him — the white silhouette.
Silent.
Judging.
Watching.
And just like every other time… I jolted awake.
My breath shallow. My heart pounding.
Why? Why this dream again?
It had started the night I decided to change — nearly a year ago. And ever since, it had haunted me, returning like a recurring prophecy.
I shook my head. No, it's just a dream. It's too unrealistic. Magic? Monsters? Divine judgment? It's impossible.
But a whisper deep inside me murmured: Many of your dreams have come true before…
Still, I pushed it away.
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I had just finished my board exams. Finally. After months of intense preparation, long nights, and smart discipline.
And with it came a 3-month break. I didn't let it go to waste.
I learned to swim, something I had always feared.
I learned to ride a bicycle, then moved up — I learned how to drive a car.
I taught myself to cook simple meals, enough to survive without anyone's help.
I enrolled myself in a karate dojo — and at the same time, started learning Muay Thai, boxing, and even other martial arts through YouTube videos. My room became a training ground. Punches, kicks, blocks, combos — I trained every day, dripping in sweat, discipline flowing through my veins.
And then the results came.
89% overall.
It was a good score, no doubt. More than what most students would even dream of. But still…
If only I had scored just 1% more. 90 would have felt sweeter. I guess that's me being greedy again.
Soon after, I got admitted into the best college in my district — known for its strict academics. It was another all-boys institution, just like my high school. Nothing new. But something had changed.
Me.
People noticed.
And this time… I noticed them.
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In just a month, my once-ignored social media page exploded. From less than 50 followers to almost 400 — in weeks. My appearance had changed. My energy had shifted. People were drawn to me — they didn't even understand why.
I had already bought all my academic books before classes even started. I enrolled in private coaching — determined to do even better. I studied with focus, no more distractions. No more wasted time.
But as I observed the people around me… something became clearer than ever.
The same boys I once envied now seemed… flawed.
They were phone addicts, their fingers scrolling endlessly through reels and meaningless content. Some couldn't even do 10 pushups. Others smoked cigarettes like trophies. They chased after girls mindlessly, their goals driven by lust and emptiness.
Even the girls — some were getting into relationships with guys whose only talents were being reckless and shady. Some of them had gained belly fat, others walked with visible acne, dandruff-ridden scalps, and pale skin from poor health. It was like they were all deteriorating.
Like… they were turning into the old me.
And it didn't stop there.
Even my parents. Once energetic and youthful, now they were obese — weighed down with illnesses: diabetes, joint pains, acid reflux, and more. They didn't pray. They barely moved. Their diets were chaotic, and they wasted money on unnecessary things.
I began to see the truth in front of me:
People sin like it's their birthright.
They lie. They cheat. They fight.
They think they're "good people" because they smile at strangers — while hiding knives behind their backs.
Some even romanticize evil. They think being bad is powerful. That having no morals is cool.
They're blind… all of them…
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I'm not perfect.
Not even close.
But compared to them?
I might just be a saint.
And in that moment — in that deep reflection — I felt it again.
The presence.
High above the clouds, detached from the world, the white silhouette watched silently.
But this time, his gaze wasn't fixed just on me.
He was watching all of them.
Every sin.
Every lie.
Every wasteful action.
Every ounce of corruption.
But he still lingered on
me longer than on the rest — as if waiting.
For what?
I don't know yet.
But I feel it.
Something is coming.