Nov 26, 2021
@13thx for amnesiac master
The blue box. That seemed familiar. The air was cold and his skin was, too, but somehow, that all seemed unimportant. Drawn like a firefly to that box, touching the outside of it, warm wood against his icy digits. He was wearing a slip and little else, bare feet scratched by the ground, trying to figure out how he had come to be here. But he didn't know. His brain felt - so empty, lacking in anything, even his own identity. All he knew was that this box, somehow, was familiar, but trying to think deeper made his head ache unpleasantly.
