The Last Draft

You don't remember starting this story. Mara didn't either. The words appear without her.
The story unfolds ahead of her.
And no matter what she changes, it always leads back to the same place. Her. But the deeper she reads, the more something feels... wrong. Not just in the story. In her memory.
In her reality.
In the way everything seems to repeat-slightly different each time. There are other drafts.
Other versions.
Other endings. None of them save her. And by the time she realizes what's happe...