R/chloesurreal [updated] File

“You’re late,” the figure said, voice familiar. “We have to rewind yesterday before it becomes today.”

Chloe ran downstairs. The front door opened onto a library that stretched infinitely in all directions, shelves made of rib bones. A small, hooded figure sat on a pile of broken clocks, reading a book titled How to Unbirth Yourself . r/chloesurreal

“You’re the dream I forgot to wake up from,” said the other Chloe. “And now we’re both late for a funeral that hasn’t happened yet.” “You’re late,” the figure said, voice familiar

“What am I?” she whispered.