They are everywhere, yet I choose not to see them.Their voices grow louder the more I listen, yet I choose not to hear them.And if I ever do hear them… please… I will say nothing..

  ...…

  The university lecture hall—the ultimate sanctuary for the sleep-deprived. If you suffer from chronic insomnia, don't bother with medication; just find a seat in the back of a morning lecture. I can't promise comfort, but I can promise a sleep so deep, it feels like a temporary departure from reality.

  Today was like every other day for me.

  I arrive early in the morning, only to wake up halfway through it, with no idea what happened in between.

  Yes, yes, I know—it's a waste of my father's hard-earned money, money he works tirelessly to provide so I can have a decent education.

  But I swear, I tried again and again to stay awake.

  I simply couldn't.

  "Girls, wait for me. I'll come to the cafeteria with you."

  And now, it was time to reward myself with lunch—

  because food is never enjoyable without company.

  …I'll reward myself for resisting.

  "We're going to buy drinks from outside the university."

  "I'll come with you."

  If I hadn't gone with the girls to buy that drink,

  my life would not have turned upside down like this.

  ...…

  "Call an ambulance, please!"

  This hurts—so much.

  As if every bone in my body has been crushed into powder,

  as if lightning struck every nerve in my limbs,

  and a metallic smell fills my nose.

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  What is this?

  …Who's screaming?

  …Is that Noha's voice?

  …My thoughts… why are they so slow…?

  I wondered if my thoughts had been run over too.

  I don't know…

  Everything in front of me is red.

  Is this my blood?

  What about my parents?

  Will I not even get to say goodbye?

  …I'm still young.

  ...…

  "M-riam… Mariam… wake up."

  I opened my eyes, only to close them again immediately.

  The ceiling light was too bright.

  But I opened them again—

  I couldn't believe I was even able to open my eyes again.

  …Didn't I die?

  "Oh my God, thank You… thank You."

  I realized too late that someone was gripping my right hand tightly.

  I didn't need to look to know—it was my mother.

  …And she was crying.

  …I worried her.

  "Mom…"

  My voice sounded strange.

  It didn't sound like mine.

  It came out thicker than usual,

  as if I were speaking through a metal pipe…

  Just like my mother's crying voice sounded to me—

  as if she were speaking from underwater.

  It took me a moment to realize that something was wrong.

  I'm in the hospital.

  That means I survived—thank God.

  "…I'm sorry, Mom, I—"

  "No, sweetheart, don't talk! I'll call the doctor right now!"

  I couldn't stop her in time.

  This is strange.

  A truck hit me—yet contrary to what I expected, I didn't just wake up and… that was it.

  I was actually fine.

  My hand is the same as I remember it.

  Aside from some difficulty moving my joints,

  and the roughness in my voice when I spoke earlier,

  nothing seems wrong.

  Thank God.

  At least I thought I'd come out of this with a permanent disability.

  My mother said she would call the doctor,

  but she returned with my father—and my older brother as well.

  …I worried them.

  "Miss Mariam, can you hear me?"

  I nodded slightly in response.

  "Do you know where you are right now?"

  "Yes… in the hospital."

  "Good. Are you experiencing any pain?"

  "No. I used to hear my mother's voice as if I were deep underwater,

  but now my hearing is fine.

  Maybe some stiffness in my joints…

  um… I think I'd like a glass of water."

  My mother rushed to help me drink the glass of water beside the hospital bed.

  "That's completely normal, Miss Mariam, considering you were in a coma for three years.

  It's a miracle that you woke up!"

  "Cough—cough… cough—"

  What?

  Did I hear that wrong?

  A coma…?

  Three years…?

  "No, Miss Mariam. You didn't hear wrong."

  Did I say that out loud?

  "The important thing is that you woke up safely, thank God.

  Please don't worry. We'll run a few additional tests.

  If her condition remains stable, you'll be able to go home."

  My mother cried—tears mixed with sighs of relief.

  My father wrapped his arms around her, reminding her how many times he had told her I would be fine, how strong I am.

  As for my older brother…

  I don't know.

  He changed.

  He looks older than I remember.

  More mature.

  Were three years really that long?

  He stepped closer and placed his palm over my hand.

  "Mariam… are you okay?"

  That word was the final straw.

  I didn't know I could shed this many tears—

  like rain, only saltier, more bitter.

  'No, brother… no. I'm not okay.'

  "Yes… yes, I'm fine."

  "Don't worry. When we go home, everything will return to normal.

  What matters is that you're here.

  What matters is that you woke up."

  I didn't respond.

  I only nodded as he wiped the tears from my face.

  "Ahem… sorry to interrupt, but may we proceed with the examinations to ensure her condition?"

  It seemed we had forgotten the doctor was there.

  My brother stepped aside.

  The doctor asked a few questions while checking my muscle movement and reflexes, then shone a yellow light into my eyes.

  "Everything looks fine. Another miracle, Miss Mariam.

  You'll stay here until we complete the scans, just to be safe, and then you may leave."

  Really?

  There's nothing wrong with me?

  Then… what is this fuzzy thing hanging from the hospital curtain?

  Is this some kind of decoration?

  Welcome to the first step into the void.

  I am Passing Supernova. As a medical student, I’ve always been fascinated by the thin line between reality and the mind's darkest projections. This story—I Heard Nothing, I Saw Nothing, I Will Not Speak—is my attempt to explore that boundary.

  A Note on the Setting & Identity:

  This story is rooted in Eastern/Middle Eastern culture. You will encounter names, locations, and social nuances that reflect this rich heritage. Rather than a generic fantasy setting, I wanted to ground this psychological horror in the authentic folklore and "Spectra" of the East—a world where the sunlight is as unforgiving as the shadows it creates.

  If you're ready to explore a world where the environment is your greatest enemy and where ancient Eastern legends bleed into modern reality, then I welcome you.