The Correction

Report your dreams," the monitor blared, its invasive light searing my eyelids. My heart hammered. The mountains, vibrant and untamed, refused to be suppressed. Grandfather's face, etched with fear, flashed before my eyes: "They'll erase you if you remember."

The cursor pulsed, a malevolent heartbeat. Lies choked my throat, each fabricated detail a betrayal of the truth, of me.

"Just...shapes," I typed, the words blurring through hot tears. But the scent of pine lingered, a whisper of reality in the world of The Correction. My finger hovered over the 'submit' button, fear echoing from every pore.

PS: I am participating in the #30days30stories challenge and this is Day 3. This challenge is being hosted by Dagny and Nirja.