Awakening in a mysterious grassland with no memory of his past, a man embarks on an ethereal journey, haunted by fragments of love, loss, and longing. Drawn to a melody that stirs his soul, he follows signs of a woman he can't remember but feels he...
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A man slowly begins to open his eyes, emerging from a deep, dreamless sleep. As his eyes adjust, he notices a warm, gentle sunlight filtering through the mist around him. He feels the cool, solid surface of a rock beneath him, and to his surprise, realizes he's clutching it tightly, almost like a child clinging to a beloved toy. He fully awakens, taking in his surroundings-a vast, tranquil grassland, lush and vibrant, yet utterly silent and empty. There isn't a single soul in sight. He feels strangely isolated, as if he's the last person in the world. Yet, he can't recall how he ended up here; his mind is clouded, the past a blank slate.
With effort, he tries to recall who he is. Fragmented memories drift into his mind-scenes from his childhood, scattered moments that feel distant and surreal. As he clings to each fleeting image, a sharp pain strikes his head, like something clawing at his brain. He drops to his knees, gasping for breath, his vision blurring. Desperately, he closes his eyes, willing the pain to stop. When he opens them again, he's no longer in the grassland; instead, he finds himself in a hospital bed, surrounded by doctors, their faces distorted and hazy under the bright lights. His head throbs intensely, and he struggles for air, panicking. Then, as suddenly as he'd arrived, he's back in the grassland, gasping for air but strangely at ease, as if the pain was just a distant echo.
Relieved, he takes a deep breath, grounding himself. He decides to ignore the confusing thoughts in his mind for now and takes in the beauty around him. That's when he hears it-a faint melody, barely audible but deeply enchanting, drifting through the air. The music tugs at him, irresistibly drawing him forward. He begins to run, compelled by an inexplicable urge to reach its source.
As he follows the melody, he notices a small stream flowing gently in the same direction, its water shimmering under the sunlight. Along the bank, he spots some unusual rose bushes-dry and withered, yet adorned with brilliant red roses that seem untouched by the passing of time. The cool breeze is refreshing, yet somehow, it ignites a warmth within him. Finally, he reaches a clearing, and there, he sees a motorcycle-a familiar one, adorned with a bouquet of roses resting on the handlebars. Something about the bike stirs his heart, and he feels an unexpected surge of happiness. Just as he begins to question these emotions, he hears a soft, beautiful voice behind him calling, "Baby." A chill runs down his spine as he turns around.
Standing before him is a stunning woman, holding the same bouquet of roses that was on the bike just moments ago. He glances back at the bike, confused, only to find it empty. Bewildered, he tries to ask her what's happening, but he's momentarily frozen, captivated by her presence. She laughs gently, breaking the silence. "What, hero? Staring at me like that! Come on, let's go-we're getting late."
She nudges him towards the bike, and they both settle onto it, the warmth of her presence grounding him in this surreal world. She hands him the bouquet to place at the front of the bike, and as he does so, he turns to ask her where they're going. But when he looks back, she's gone. Shocked, he glances around, seeing nothing but fog enveloping him, and his surroundings dissolve into silence. The bouquet and the bike fade into mist, leaving him alone once more, standing bewildered in the middle of nowhere, the mystery thickening around him.
