Sunnie_Skye
The first thing I remember is waking beneath a lavender sky, surrounded by a forest of blue trees. I wandered through the surreal landscape as a soul without a name. The world shimmered with beauty, but I was hollow-adrift in a place that felt both enchanted and eerily unfamiliar.
Then came Oliver.
He found me when I was most lost, and with quiet kindness, he became my guide. He showed me how to live in this world. With him, the days felt gentle. I forgot to question who I was or where I came from. The forest became my home, and Oliver, my anchor.
But peace is a fragile thing.
Soon, my sleep turned restless. Nightmares dragged fragments of forgotten memories into light. Cracks formed in my soul, and through them, the past began to seep through faces I could not name, voices I could not silence and pain I thought I had never known.
And with the memories came betrayal.
I learned that even those closest to your heart can pierce it heartlessly. That love, when twisted, can become a blade. The truth shattered the illusion I had clung to, and I was forced to confront the life I had left behind-a life drained of color and meaning.
But this story is not about despair. It is about reclamation.
My past may have been a blank canvas, but this new chapter will be painted with purpose. With every brushstroke, I will redefine who I am. The forest still stands, the sky still glows-and I am no longer just a wandering soul.
I am the artist of my own becoming.