I opened my eyes, to a beautiful sight. I sense a familiarity to this place but I knew deep down it wasn't true.
As I was about to take a step, I was hit with a wave of dizziness. Bits and pieces of memories flood my consciousness; I struggle and squirm for a few minutes which felt like hours, while silently cursing, to push the pain away that accompanied with it.
My consciousness fades and I passed out.
I woke sometime later, lying flat on the ground staring at the night sky, blanket with billions of stars, and two moons but I noticed that one moon was fading in and out. I get up and memories flood once more as I hyperventilate as I prepare myself for that searing pain, but surprisingly it didn't came, and I can see clearly the shards of memories, my memories but not my memories, is it really mine?
The more I try to filter and discern which of these are mine and which are not, which are real and which are not, the more I start to doubt myself, doubt my memories, my consciousness. The more dark clouds start to loom over these memories. I can't tell anymore which is which.
I stood up, and stared at the two moons above the sky, and then I remembered what I needed to do, my task at hand. I need to find someone, who was it? I can't remember her name, no matter how much I try to remember.
So I walked forward not knowing what lays ahead, what lies in my head. Are these memories true? Or are they mere shards of what once was. But I shall thread on, for among these cluster of shards of memories, I saw something, something stronger than doubts, than confusion, than false memories, it was a promise.
And the moment I will find her, I'll show her the ring and our picture, and I'll renew our promise again. No matter what it takes? Even it means I will fade away, for I do not belong here.
For two moons cannot exist in one place.
I just hope she will remember me.
I pray she will remember us.
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