How long has it been?
My thoughts return to me, and I seem to know myself again. Whatever it was that kept its grip on me has fled, and I remain alive in the world as it has left me. Everything seems the same as before, but I different.
Nothing has changed. And nothing has noticed that I have vanished. Does no one care?
Somehow I feel weaker, but a shadow of a former power I vaguely remember possessing so long ago. Years, maybe? My consciousness had faded as the peak of my strength began. Was I something else, a creature of another's bidding?
Who am I? What was I?
There are so many answers to find for the questions I have, and all memories and familiarities have left me dry of knowing.
A new search awaits...
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