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{Inside The Projection}
Malik blinked.
And the world… unraveled backwards.
His breath caught, and his chest rose once—but no air came.
His lungs weren't his anymore.
His body wasn't his anymore.
Something else had taken the wheel.
Time had flipped on its head.
He wasn't walking—he was being dragged in reverse.
Malik was unkilling them.
One by one.
Hands that crushed throats now loosened, unwrapped, and let go.
A dagger that sank in now lifted cleaner. Blade sliding in to heal.
Every scream, every tear, every snap played in reverse as blood flowed up.
Heads stitched back to spines. Bones unsnapped, breath returned, and eyes opened.
The fallen had coughed back life.
And Malik, the one responsible for it all, showed a blank face.
His broken smile was long gone; now, only that dead stare remained.
Soon, he returned to Faqir.
A man, whose eyes were still asking that damn question.
And instead of breaking this time—
Time snapped back further.
WHOOSH.
