Jenna always thought déjà vu was just a trick of the mind—until last Tuesday. That day, as she walked the familiar route to work, a peculiar sensation gripped her. Every street corner, every turn, seemed imbued with a ghostly repetition. She stopped at a red light, heart pounding, as a faint whisper brushed past her ears, as if the future was speaking in echoes of the past.

It began subtly: the same stray cat darting across the sidewalk, a barista calling her by name before she’d even approached the counter. But soon, the repetitions intensified. In the mirror of a shop window, Jenna saw not just her reflection, but a shadowy figure standing behind her—vanishing when she spun around.

Each moment of uncanny recurrence stacked like pages in an unwritten diary. The final jolt came when she noticed a note pinned to her office door: “You’ve seen it all before.” The handwriting was eerily familiar, matching one she had scribbled in a dream weeks ago.

Convinced now that these were not mere quirks of memory, Jenna plunged into research. Late at night, she combed through obscure forums and ancient urban legends until one phrase repeated itself: “The loop of shadows.” It spoke of a supernatural presence that drifts between moments, stitching yesterday into tomorrow.

Standing beneath the city’s flickering neon, Jenna embraced the mystery. With a trembling smile, she whispered to the night, “I know you’re here.” And as the wind carried a soft, indistinct reply, she realized that some truths exist beyond the limits of time—mysterious, eternal, and hauntingly, profoundly real.