> The first message came at 11:11 PM.
"You have been chosen, Asta. Type wisely."
Asta stared at her screen, confused. Her laptop hadn't turned on in months ,not since the lightning storm that fried every circuit in the house. She hadn't touched it since.
The screen flickered again. Another line appeared, typed out in glowing blue letters, like someone was on the other side.
"Whatever you type next will come true."
She laughed nervously. "Okay, this is a prank," she whispered to herself.
But something inside her... a strange pull... made her fingers hover over the keyboard.
Slowly, carefully, she typed:
"Let the lights come on."
Click.
Her room lit up.
Every single bulb.
Even the ones that hadn't worked in years.
Asta's heart pounded.
On the screen, another line appeared:
"Welcome, Author. The future begins with you."