Lost Wonders

"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in our selves."

Emptiness. Miles and miles of intrigue, and here I lay empty and cold. Each time a thought or idea invaded my head, I found myself wondering where it originated from. Each time a feeling clogged up my chest, I found myself wondering why it was there. Each time my reflection gazed back at me, I found myself wondering who it was. I know nothing but a name, whether it was my own or someone else's I have no clue.

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In a villages hidden behind a maze of trees, two strangers lay in snow, with no memories of who they are. Their only hope of regaining any spec of themselves depended on the destiny of who they once were.

In a village hidden behind a maze of trees, two strangers lay in snow, staring back at each other.