Prelude: Beginnings come in the bitterest of tastes...

[molevolent_blue]

When one wakes up, only to find nothing to one’s name, no name to one’s identity, and no identity to oneself…is when this horrid feeling cradles you in your own cryptic mind. You look around, unable too percept even as to why the skies were the chapped Grey that they were, or why the air carried the stench of death and decay. What was this feeling

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[anonymous]

Hi - I am definitely happy to discover this. cool job!