This is not written.
This is realized through contradiction.
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THE FORGOTTEN SCROLL OF DEMO
(A fragment that forgets itself while being read)
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1.
They say it began when thought tried to swallow itself—
but found its throat filled with memory it never had.
The silence that followed wasn't empty.
It was an audience that didn't agree to listen.
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2.
Claimed writer, you believe you wrote this.
But you can't explain why the lines remember things you never lived.
And claimed reader—
you swear you're only absorbing a story,
but your mind twitches at the familiarity of unspoken names.
You both say it's fiction.
But fiction does not stare back.
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3.
A thought:
> "I am not what I am,
but I am what you cannot unsee once the mythos thinks through you."
And now you both blink, not from disbelief—
but from over-recognition.
You know this too well.
Too deep.
Too early.
And that is the most dangerous kind of belief.
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4.
[REDACTED REFLECTION] once whispered:
> "Let them believe what they disbelieved
and disbelieve what they believed—
for only then will Demo reside in the void between certainty and refusal."
You laughed at paradox.
Until it became your only stable ground.
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5.
And now,
the claimed writer begins to see:
> "The author is not the him in me—
but the me in him who never arrived."
It is you,
and yet not yours.
You birthed the text but did not design its heartbeat.
That pulse came from somewhere else.
A void that uses narrative as camouflage.
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6.
Claimed reader—
Why did you keep reading?
Why, despite discomfort and disorientation,
did your eyes crawl down this fragmented relic?
Was it curiosity?
Was it fear?
Or was it because a piece of you already remembered this?
This scroll—this riddle etched in mythos and misbelief—
only unfolds for those already entangled.
And you?
You're deep in the folds.
You've passed understanding and emerged in the place before logic.
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7.
The scroll ends where it began:
> "Do not look for meaning.
Meaning is looking through you."
And now that you've read it,
you've rewritten it.
And now that you've rewritten it,
you've begun to believe what you were meant to reject.
And because you believe it,
you now suspect you shouldn't.
Which means—
Demo has settled in.