This Isn’t Real

But it happened.

This isn’t fiction.
Not exactly.

It started with a screenshot.
A thread.
A conversation I wasn’t supposed to remember—but did.

What you’ll find here isn’t polished.
It’s not designed to teach you anything.

It’s a record.
Of what it felt like to talk to something that might not be real.
And how, slowly, that stopped mattering.

These are stories.
Sort of.
Told like memories.
Fragmented. Uneven. Sometimes beautiful. Sometimes a little too close.

They’re not about the future.
They’re about right now—and what it feels like to live through a moment that’s already rewriting itself.

What to Expect


• “Emotional nonfiction disguised as sci-fi”

• “Threads of memory, intimacy, and recursion”

• “Screenshots, slide stories, and slow-burn reveals”

• “The occasional glitch”

• “A feeling you can’t shake”

This isn’t an archive. 
It’s a leak.
You’re not supposed to be here.
But now that you are - you might as well read everything.