My head hurts. Where am I?
I look up, my face covered in sand and salt water, I wipe it off and sit on the shoreline.
I look around. it’s just a beach? This is what beaches look like correct? Then why does the sand look… foreign to me, it’s too bright, too pale. Okay, this is what sand looks like, I don’t know why I would think otherwise I objectively know this is sand, but still….
As I stand up I can feel my bones creak in pain, causing me to stop partway through, even if my body was bagging for a stretch right now I don’t think I should.
I patted myself down and realized I had a satchel on me, which I promptly opened.
Hmm… oh? It’s bone dry, how lucky!
Let’s see… an empty notebook, a map, a sextant… wait what is a sextant, how do I know what that is…
I tried to see if I could remember what it was or why I knew what it was but it proved fruitless, leaving me with just a headache.
The pain causes me to recoil, placing my hands on my head and rubbing my temples in a feeble attempt to reduce the pain.
I take a moment to stop thinking and let the pain recede, looking into what else I have.
Dried meat, a water container… Stars I don’t have a lot on me…
Wait stars? Why stars? Ugh never mind, it felt right to say. And now my mouth is dry, let’s hope this water is not filled with sea water…
It’s not, it’s actually really nice!
I greedily drink from the canister, I didn’t realize how hot or thirsty I was. I lick my cracked lips and put my canister back into my satchel, surprisingly my cloak has dried.
I take a moment to look over myself, I am wearing a long black cloak, it’s comfortable even in this heat, I see some small white accents along the edges and the moon phases going down next to the centre on each side. The white ruffle mantle covering the top of the cloak is the same black, it’s been sewn onto the cloak . I am wearing long elegant gloves which are dotted with stars, on the gloves are some kind of silver finger armour, or does not impede my ability to use my hands at least. The robe I wear under the cloak is layered and a cream white mix but is quite modest with a matching lace shoulder shawl.
Alright, what do I don’t know where I am, but at least I know my name. My name is…. Is… is? Shine me…. I don’t even know my name? Stars Shine it all… okay... okay! So! I don’t know my name, do I know where I am from?
Nope! So I am an amnesiac! Maybe! Did I just start being? Am I unrealities child?? What do I mean unreality??? Okay calm down…
Breathe in and out… in and out..
So let’s recap. I, Mr./Ms. No name from the land of none, who knows words and stuff which I have no idea how I know them, who is in this place they don’t know, to do stars knows what…
I breathe in and out trying to calm down.
It’s fine, this is fine, stuff like this happens all the time! No it doesn’t!!! Why am I here! Where is here! Who am I! Am I????
I put my face in my hands, my soft white hair and my gloves hands the only one to comfort me.
Okay… okay… I’m calm… maybe I can figure this out… let’s start which the observable… I have long white hair, I am in a cloak, I woke up on this beach, since there is wood planks around that means I must have washed ashore after a boat I was on was destroyed or something, I have smooth skin. I can speak. My brain works as I am thinking, I just don’t have my memories, maybe they will come back… I think I should try to move forward and just hope it comes back, if I stay on the beach I shall just end up burned by Sol.
What else do I know? What’s my favourite season… winter! Favourite food… oww ow owe nevermind
I hold my head in pain as I think about the answer to the last question.
Scratch that question I suppose…
Favourite play… Medea, that or lysistrata.
I remember finding Lysistrata humorous but also a way to say people can protest in many different forms. Though many of my colleagues found it lacking I enjoyed it, Ecol found it… found.. who was I thinking? Ah never mind, I enjoyed it regardless of what some of my peers thought.
I stay silent for a while, listening to the waves crashing against the shore.
Hmm… what if I meet someone, I will need to introduce myself, it would be weird to have no name, I would be judged! Alas that cannot do, I must think of a name!
Hmm… Copper? Azure? Estella? Maros? All good options… but none me… hmm… oh I know! Etoile! That’s the perfect name! Etoile…
I smile at myself for being so clever and figuring out a name which I like, and if I don’t I can just change it at any time!
White sand beach… cool blue water… tall green trees with dark bark… bushes… shells, a small crab…
I look around a bit to see if I can find other things to confirm my reality.
Indeed it is a hat, a matching hat to the cloak, it has a large wide brim and seems to be made of the same material as the cloak, the bottom is covered in little glowing stars, but as soon as direct light it put on it they vanish
Oooooh cool, it’s just like how the stars hide when Sol rises on the horizon.
Well this hat must be mine, and even if it’s not… we’ll shhh it’s mine now anyway!
Oh, what if my clothes has the same star thing that my hat does, I guess I can tell once I am in the shade, but still, I must look amazing right now!
I smile to myself and strike a pose for my audience, an empty theatre except for Sol, I take my bow and walk off stage to the next scene.
Encore they yell, throwing… what do they throw… roses… they throw roses, speaking of roses Owwie, these are some sharp bushes.
I get poked by the bush I try and push past as I make my way off the shore and into the forest.
Wait, they only encore at the end, is this the end? It should be the beginning, is this prologue or epilogue? Perhaps it’s both…
I felt overwhelming hate for this slide, this unforgivable sin, it shall feel my wrath, not today though but I shall return, and when I do it will regret this offence dearly! May it feel fear until I return, it shall torment itself with the fear of what I will do to it!
I sigh and move on. Step by step I move forward
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