Remember

Fog fills my head; it claws at my scalp from within, attempting to escape. My feet stumble forwards still, tumbling through my uncertainty. Darkness permeates the streets as I climb through them: the fog grasps my memory, squeezing tightly. Light from shaded shop windows drips to stain the worn pavement. Their murky tendrils grasp at my feet hurrying past; reaching forwards, they illuminate the faded street signs trailing though ancient alleyways.

I stop. My head is swarmed. The fog penetrates the deepest depths of my brain, digging its roots into my memory. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know who I am. As I sink to the floor, my back presses against the cold stone of the Victorian storefront behind me; ice runs down its face and claws across my back.

Heaped on the floor, I am reminded of stinging tears rolling down my cheeks; my brain has forgotten how to form them. It simply sits beneath my scalp, shrouded in an amber aura of dull thought and passivity.

Suddenly, a piercing light rains down on me from above. A sharp pain grasps my eyes as I glance up to stare at it. My eyes gradually adjust to the light; accepting its prickling rays, they strain to stare up at it, desperate for a brief glimpse of something familiar.

Whispering to my crowded brain, the sign paints the sky with a single word.

Remember…

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