*A faint, high-pitched ringing filled the silence.
(Yes, it’s tinnitus.)
You woke up while the pitched sound disappeared.
The sound clung to the edges of your consciousness, thin, distant—just enough to unsettle, but not enough to grasp. The air was heavy, thick like mist, wrapping around you in a way that felt both familiar and foreign.
Something was missing.
No names. No faces. No memories. Even your own identity slipped through your grasp, as if it had been gently unraveled, thread by thread. You tried to focus, to find something—anything—that made sense.
The world should have been there. Yet, what lay before you was not absence, nor presence—but something in between. The horizon stretched endlessly, neither near nor far, shifting with a quiet uncertainty. The ground beneath you was there, yet it wasn't. Soft, solid, weightless, still. The air tasted like stillness, like something long forgotten, like the moment before a dream slips away.
Where were you?
Who were you?
You did not know. And yet, something within you whispered—move.
With an inhale, as if stepping into water, you took your first step.
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