Prologue - Page 1 What was my first thought? Was it this, the thought of wondering what my thoughts were? Was it that I am, what purpose I have, or why am I here? Was it instinct telling me to do something and me wondering why I felt like doing so? Was it you, and who you are… or why you were speaking to me? ...Or was it… why even though I had no memories of anything… why I kept feeling like saying ‘I’m dead’. Dead… I’m dead… My breath stolen… Eyes seeing only darkness… Cold from head to toe… No time to cry… “…and I’m alone” Who’s there? You…
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