Forgotten Souls of the Coma

I woke up after three months in a coma and my entire village had vanished without a trace.

The hospital was completely silent when I opened my eyes, heart monitor flatlined

beside me, dust floating through abandoned hallways like the place hadn't seen life in years.

I walked through empty corridors where wheelchairs lay overturned and papers scattered

across the floor, automatic doors slamming violently behind me as distorted laughter echoed

from nowhere. When I finally reached my village at dawn, fog rolled between houses that stood

with lights on and shops open, but not a single person anywhere. Coffee cups sat

full on café tables, never touched, a bicycle rusted in the middle of the road like it