A World Already Touched

Pillars rise where no one remembers building them, marking places with unknown purpose. Caves lie hollowed out, already lit, their ores stripped away as if someone came through long before you. Trees are chopped down in neat patterns, resources taken by unseen hands that seem to need them just as much as you do.

You’re not alone.

A sudden shove near a cliff edge. Footsteps echoing just behind you when no one should be there. Doors you closed now slightly open. Chests rearranged. Tools missing. Small things at first—but they don’t stay small.

The world itself feels… wrong.

You don’t remember dying here. So why does it feel like you have? Why does it seem like someone else has been living your life—building, mining, surviving in parallel? Or worse… continuing where you left off.

Settings change on their own. Features you disabled quietly return. Screenshots appear as if something is documenting you. Watching. Learning.

And the longer you stay, the more it notices you.

Mines stretch deep underground in long, unnatural lines. Tunnels carved with purpose you don’t understand. And sometimes, when you stop moving… you can feel it staring.

Maybe it’s just a glitch.

Or maybe this world was never yours to begin with.