It was an odd night, you woke up, again… at this point you really thought of just staying up and you did so. Leaning to your left you looked to the clock standing on top of your little nightstand, it was dark you could only guess the time, 4am something. Yawing you reached for the lamp, while doing so you tossed something heavy to the ground.
After turning the light on and blinking for a few times you picked the thing up, it was a book with a strange title “Your Identity”. Was it always there? After having a closer look to it you notice that the pages were blank. No not every page, the last had a few things written on them.
You are missing something, if not already noticed I will give you a little hint: It’s your identity, your existent, your whole being. Don’t believe me? Well, can you remember your name? No, there you have it. But don’t worry here have another hint: You can recover it.
How you ask? Don’t get greedy...
You flipped through the book making sure it was really empty. After checking it for the 3rd time you just put it back on the nightstand. Now that you think about it you really can’t remember your name, nor anything else about yourself. You didn’t know in what language you were thinking or how old you were. Of course you let your gaze travel through the room searching for any clue, nothing. No Picture with any friends (do you have friends?) or something else that could hint at yourself, the you that is missing. Standing up and moving from one end of the room to the other you try to guess something. The room was gray maybe it was your favorite color, it was a big room with a lot of furniture, but it felt kind of empty. There were drawings on the wall, but they had nothing and everything on them. Just random colors thrown on the canvas although you notice that in your eyes the color red evokes something in you, but what? You didn’t know, but you had found a clue on how to search for it.
If you can’t remember something maybe your body will do.
You search for a pencil, you look on the desk, it was really tidy and clean. In the first drawer you find two pencils. The only thing missing was paper, you looked in every drawer but there was none. After thinking a bit, the only thing coming to your mind was the empty book. You walk over to the nightstand and grab it opening the first page. You thought it would be a good idea trying to write something maybe your hand memorized anything important. You start to write with right and it works perfectly fine till you notice the only thing you can write is:
Why did I do it…
You tried it again, but nothing changed, so you switch hands and still, you wrote the exact same sentence. It made no sense writing only one sentence over and over again and both hands doing it identically. You were at point zero again only knowing that the color red evokes something in you.
After searching for another 15 minutes you decide that it would be a good idea to leave the room. What did the outside look like? You didn’t know so you went carefully to the door and started opening it slowly, looking through the growing hole but there was nothing or better said you couldn’t see anything it was pitch black. The only light shining was that from your room. You made your first step outside and the next one, you finally stepped outside of your room, it made you uncomfortable. Why? You didn’t know, again.
After a bit of standing there and trying to look and feel for a light switch you started to adapt to the darkness and it was easier to search for the light. There you first noticed that the room was strange looking.
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