Or maybe, I'm just dreaming too much, huh?
Reading manga, watching anime, diving into novels, then starting to position myself as if I were a character in a fictional story… "Brainrot," as the internet calls it. Maybe it's true, it's a kind of decay of ideas from consuming too much absurd stuff.
I think I'm just a victim of it all.
Overthinking moment.
"Ugh… my head hurts," I muttered softly.
I lay my body down, letting the tension in my shoulders and mind slowly dissipate, evaporating with the orange light that slowly crept in through the gap of the old, antique-style balcony.
Its color was faded red, the paint peeling, yet the afternoon light struck its frame with a gentle touch. Like the backdrop of a painting from the age of discovery—the 18th century, perhaps.
A thought crossed my mind: if only Selene hadn't sent me here, maybe I would still be a doctor reluctant to touch patients in the name of empathy.
