Dear Logos,
Sugar and Frank woke me up today. They said it was time for me to go. It’s okay, they will help me and then I will never have to remember anything ever again. They are lying on the floor now, where I have penned them into the flesh. They wait for me to crawl in between them after I say goodbye to you.
They will sing me to sleep. One of Fill’s songs. And then she will finally arrive and they’ll all go out to greet her.
They’ve told me my name. Whispered it in my ear and told me what it means.
I am Cassandra. And it is time for me to close my eyes.
Yours All Ways,
Del.

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[Del]'s Diary
Science Fiction"Del" wakes up drugged in a seemingly empty hospital -- locked in a room. Everything she has ever known has been deleted: her memories, her identity, even her name. But then the night visits start and she begins to be tortured by memories that could...