What would you do if you woke up one day and couldn't remember anything? Not your name. Not your age. Not even where you lived. Nothing. Well, unless you counted recipes and a really intricate knowledge of colors. But nothing that would help you. Would you panic, give up, or just wait for someone to come to your rescue? Or would you wait for a chance to help yourself, snatch it when it came and not let go? Ok, how about if you woke up to something even worse than that? Because losing your memory was just the beginning of it all. Today was the day everything changed. Forget trying to remember who you were before. It was going to take everything you had just to try and survive in a world gone mad. Your memories could come after everything else was taken care of. Updates will quiet until I am done editing the first several chapters, each of which will be marked as "Edited" once done.

Every so often, she would be reborn on this world, placed like a beacon among the darkness that filled his otherwise dull world. He'd lived for centuries before he saw her that first time, already bored with the idea of his own immortality. Her simple existence changed everything for him, in ways that nobody could understand. In ways that would eventually impact the entire world. If only he'd just kept going when he heard her laugh. Maybe then, things could have gone differently. I know I have too many stories I'm working on, but my muse was beating me over the head with this idea all day... I think he's a bit of a sadistic little bastard...