Memory Slip

Day 30: March 2

Empty. His mind feels…as if a spoon has come and scooped out his memories. Not his personality, not quite, for he still feels the same dislikes and pleasures he always has. At least he thinks he does.

Frowning, he peers into the crystal clear stream running past. The luscious emerald shadow of the trees gleam back at him. And his face — it is the same as ever, yet he cannot remember anything before this garden? Why is that?

He scrunches up his face, but only slipperiness meets his investigation and he slides back down to where he began.

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