EIGENGRAU
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He had a past. Everyone did, he believed. But to him, his past was a blur of events. He would always wake up tangled and alone in cold white sheet. The sun glared at him. Even the nights were howling. If only there was something, let it be tiny spark of light. Maybe he would understand why he hates bathroom. Or something even more important.
Foreword
What is a memory?
Is it a compound of fragments of puzzle in your mind? Is it a bond of millions, billions of your brain cells?
Sadly, you can never remember every detail of any memory. There must be some scatterred pieces, long lost, in somewhere cold and dark.
What if a memory is lost?
What if there is no light to figure it out?
What if you lose all those history flashed in front of your eyes?
What will you see?
-EIGENGRAU-
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