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    My name is Andre. I am a journalist and a novelist—but above all, I am a seeker of truth. Some stories come to us like whispers in the wind—fragile, yet persistent. This is one of them.
    I heard a secret—a name spoken in hushed tones: William. A man who, it is said, spoke of the future not as possibility, but as certainty. Who he was, where he came from, and how he knew what he did—these are questions I cannot ignore.
    His traces are scattered across time: manuscripts filled with enigmatic words, lyrics that hum with hidden meaning, sounds buried beneath the surface of the ordinary.
    I have been following his trail, searching for the unseen threads that connect his past to our present. And so, I write this—so that you may walk this path without the burden of searching alone as I have collected the fragments, traced the patterns, and inscribed every detail into these pages. This is a journey of mystery and revelation, where every word holds weight and every silence speaks.
    It may sound unbelievable—even impossible. But once you hear it, once the words settle into the quiet corners of your mind, you may find yourself believing.
    I came across something unusual—a thread of information buried within the walls of a hospital. Not in the usual way—not in ink and paper, nor in the hurried notes of a physician. Somehow, it was recorded—etched into existence, as if waiting to be found.
Who placed it there?
        Why was it hidden?