The Letter
The letter was supposed to change everything, it was a confession, an apology and a warning. The typewriter keys had clacked late into the night as he struggled to put his message into words. He had just reached the final sentence when the noise behind him stopped him cold. A whisper. The faintest brush of air against the back of his neck. His fingers froze on the keys.
Slowly, his eyes drifted down to the paper, the last words half-formed: "If you are reading this, I am already..."
The silence stretched, thick and suffocating.
The lamp flickered with a sudden movement.
He was no longer alone.
Midjourney, Chat GPT
The Letter
The letter was supposed to change everything, it was a confession, an apology and a warning. The typewriter keys had clacked late into the night as he struggled to put his message into words. He had just reached the final sentence when the noise behind him stopped him cold. A whisper. The faintest brush of air against the back of his neck. His fingers froze on the keys.
Slowly, his eyes drifted down to the paper, the last words half-formed: "If you are reading this, I am already..."
The silence stretched, thick and suffocating.
The lamp flickered with a sudden movement.
He was no longer alone.
Midjourney, Chat GPT