The pen didn't leave me.
Even after everything that happened… it stayed on my desk like it belonged there.
I didn't sleep that night.
Because every time I closed my eyes, I saw words floating in the darkness.
At exactly 3:33 AM, the notebook opened again.
Without me touching it.
And new text appeared:
"RULE #1: Everything written becomes real."
I stepped back.
The walls of my room felt… thinner.
Like paper.
Then another line appeared:
"RULE #2: Nothing written can be erased."
My hands shook.
This wasn't a dream anymore.
And finally…
"RULE #3: The writer is now inside the story."
The pen slowly rose into the air.
And wrote one last sentence:
"Start writing… or be written."