The being drifted in a dark vastness of shattered memories.
It was vaguely aware of its own existence, but it did not know what it had been, what it was, what it would become.
The cold abyss of broken memories surrounding it seemed boundless. The memories belonged to different creatures, different ages, different worlds. Some were sweet, while some were dreadful. Some were faint and brittle, while some were clear and sharp as if etched into eternity.
The being was lost in the labyrinth of those memories, unable to remember itself. Time and space were meaningless in the absence of awareness… and yet, the being felt a faint certainty.
A subtle premonition of its doom.
If it failed to find itself soon, it would dissolve into the ocean of memories forever, becoming something else. Something mindless, weak, and destined to cease.
'How… vexing.'
