Shoyo sat like a lost child as he listens to what the scary-looking person said to him.
"What?"
Does that mean that those memories were from the past?
Like.
Ancient?!
His eyes trembled as he couldn't process the information.
Soren sighed as he relaxed his posture by resting his chin on his hand as he put his elbow on his leg.
"You said to yourself, that the memory you wanted to make yourself think that you were just a normal person, was by using the very first memory you had thousand years ago... And then cutting most of your memory of you being a God..."
The man said in a boring tone. The tangerine looked at him.
"Why did I do that?"
"Did you just ask me? When, YOU were the one who made yourself like this?"
He ranted as he stared at the clueless God in front of him.
"But is there any way to remember the memories I have suppressed?"
He asked.
"A memory that can trigger back huh?.. Hm... I suppose you just watch your surroundings to get back some memories and maybe hope for the best. I don't know?"
The man requested as he shrugged off.
Shoyo slapped his forehead mentally as he cannot believe that his companion doesn't know anything to get his memory back.
"Maybe there's a spell to trigger my memory! Right?"
He beamed. Soren thought about it for a second and looked at God.
"Maybe?... Maybe not?..."
"Why are you not sure?"
"Because you are a God who used your power to make yourself forget that you are God. Wow. I can't believe I will ever say such dumb words..."
Shoyo was getting mad as he glared at his companion making him like a fool.
Well, he was a fool for making himself forget his memory.
But why though?
What was his past thinking when he made such a stupid decision?
He lies down in defeat as he gets tired of brainstorming for solutions.
He looked around and noticed that the sky wasn't blue.
But just pure white.
"Is this Shangri La?"
He asked.
"You. Are. The. Shangri la. Idiot."
"What!?"
Shoyo sits up and was wearing a shocked expression that even Soren hasn't seen for a while.
The man laughed as he pointed to his creator.
"Yes."
The tangerine's eyes widened as he looked at his hands.
He is Shangri la?
What?
"If I am the said fantasy tale by those people then what was the purpose of telling them that it's a place of nowhere but is filled with Nirvana."
He questioned.
"Because you are the one who spread that false rumor..."
"What? Why?"
