Arjun's pen hovered. The words shifted again: "Every loop is a choice." He scribbled "break" – the page ripped. Reality splintered. He fell into the void... would he rewrite himself? Arjun's fingers blurred. Code danced on the screen: "if reality glitches, rewrite truth." The walls warped. A mirror shattered. Whose face reflected now? 😵The reflection rippled, showing fragments of countless possibilities 👀. Whose truth would Arjun choose?A thousand versions of himself stared back 👀. Each path diverged, each choice echoed. The question hung: which Arjun would he become?
A thousand versions of himself stared back👀. Each path diverged, each choice echoed. The question hung: which Arjun would he become? Identities blurred as they converged, timelines folding like origami. In the labyrinth of selves, he searched for the thread that led to the core – the one decision that would crystallize him into existence. Would he find it, or would he fragment further? The Arjuns froze 🔴. Which one? The one he'd become, or the one he'd left behind? Shadows closed in – the door behind him vanished. Now Arjun faced himself 👥.The mirrors shattered 💥, fragments cascading like shattered dreams. Arjun stumbled through shards of discarded choices, each reflecting a ghost-self. The echoes multiplied – whispers of what-ifs and could-haves – converging into a scream he'd never uttered. In the chaos, he found a hand: his, another's, or the killer's? It grasped his, pulling him deeper 🔪.Into the vortex they fell 🌪️. Twisting, turning, identities unraveling like thread on a spool. Arjun's scream became the scream of all his selves, echoing across realities. In the madness, a face clarified – his own, eyes black as the void he'd created. The hand tightened; he felt teeth at his ear: _which one are you_ 🔪?The whisper sliced through chaos 😱: "The one you tried to erase." Arjun's scream died. Fragments of himself coalesThe faceless Arjun turned back 😵. A flicker of recognition, then its hand became a blade 🔪. It sliced through Arjun's question – through his scream – through his chest 💔. Reality imploded 🔴. The last thing Arjun saw was infinite versions of himself vanishing 💥.ced into a shape – the outline of a man, faceless, hovering where a mirror would break. "I am the Arjun you didn't choose 👻."The words hung like smoke 💭. Arjun's mind raced – he grasped at threads of reality. "More of what I've lost," he whispered, and the shadows exhaled. Figures poured from the darkness 👥👥👥 – all the Arjuns he'd could've been. They moved in silence, a procession of ghosts, each face a door he'd closed. The faceless one watched, then turned to join them 🔮. "Now you see," it said.Silence swallowed the void 😶. The faceless Arjun let Arjun's body fall 💀. As reality fractured, _it_ vanished too 🔪. The multiverse exhaled – timelines collapsed, choices erased. In the blackness, echoes whispered: _which one remains_ 🤔?
The story ends happy ending with a horrible death