Every Time I Woke Up, the World Gained Another Dimension. On Day 7, I Discovered the Truth About Reality

Every time I wake up, there's another line in the world.

At first, it was nothing — just a thin line on the wall.

But the next morning, it stretched across the room. The morning after that, it reached into the street.

The strangest part? I'm the only one who can see it. No matter who I ask, the answer is always the same: *"There's nothing there."*

Then I begin to notice: with each new line, something in this world shifts — subtly, almost imperceptibly.

And then one morning, a line appears between me and my own reflection in the mirror.

What are these lines?

And when they all connect into one — what happens to the world?