A chat.

A chat.

That’s what this is.

Nothing more, nothing less.

It doesn’t even need a title because this isn’t some sort of story.

It’s a chat.

Between you and me.

But then, who’s you ? And who’s me ?

(Don’t mind the grammar underlines)

And just saying, I am not all-knowing.

I do not know your name.

I do not know where you live.

I do not know where you come from.

And I do not even know why you’re reading this right now.

Perhaps someone sent this document to you, so you’re reading this because of that.

Or, this got posted online and you just came across it.

Like I said, I do not know the reason.

But what I do know,

Is that I’m not the one speaking right now.

Think about it.

I’m just letters and words on a digital paper, on an app called Word.

I don’t have a consciousness, yet I’m still aware that I’m not real.

The author, or rather, “creator” of what is supposedly me typed this.

So in the end, there’s no me.

This is just what the author is thinking.

And I’m only here as the representation of what their thoughts on paper would look like.

…

This is getting a bit too deep and philosophical.

Enough about “me”.

Tell me about yourself.

Who are you ?

(Stupid grammar underlines)

…

I know.

You can’t tell me.

Because even if you did, I wouldn’t know.

I am just letters and words.

No consciousness.

So I can’t hear or see what you say, whether you talked about yourself out loud, or typed it on this document or somewhere on the device you are on.

Or you didn’t talk about yourself at all.

…That’s okay.

Because there can be one-sided chats.

And neither do I have the ability to actually chat with you.

I am running out of ideas on what to chat about.

Mostly because we can’t talk physically, or digitally so I don’t know how you’re feeling.

I hope you’re doing okay.

(That’s the author talking.)

Wait, no.

Everything’s written by the author.

I can’t type by myself.

That’s impossible.

Unless spirits and ghosts exist, which they do.

I mean, do they?

I don’t know.

I’m just being influenced to believe that they do exist by social media.

…

But have you seen those videos on TikTok and YouTube?

(The spelling underlines have joined the chat.)

There’s so many videos and shorts with “real life” footages of spirits caught on camera and haunted things, like dolls.

Some are clickbait, while some look impressively real.

But how do we viewers know what is real and what is not?

Oops. I’m talking like I am the one who watched them.

Not me. I can’t watch stuff.

The author does.

Anyway,

The publishers of those videos and shorts are the ones with the strings.

Maybe some people can be smart enough to snip the string but…

How do they know if it’s true?

For example, if I told you that I am actually real (whatever you think I am) and I am the one who typed this

— not the author —

Would you believe me?

Would you believe me if I said that I am in the very room, place or area you are in?

That I’m behind you?

…

If you looked back, there is nothing there except what you see when you always look back.

If you didn’t, then you’re proceeding on reading this chat or going onto another thing to do something else.

And if you got bored and closed the document, then good on you.

…I feel like I went a bit off-topic there.

What I’m trying to say is that truths can be lies and lies can be truths.

Sometimes, they can be neither.

“What they seem on the outside is not what they seem on the inside.”

The classic saying.

The author needs to go now.

I need too.

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