Ahreum found herself drifting through the hazy corridors of memory, traversing a realm where details blurred and the boundaries of time and space grew nebulous. She vaguely recalled a pivotal moment—a major surgery that left an indelible mark on her life. But the specifics remained shrouded in a fog of uncertainty, as if her mind had shielded her from the stark reality of the operating room.
The memory began to materialize, slowly emerging from the depths of her subconscious. Ahreum found herself lying on a cold, sterile bed, surrounded by the white walls of a hospital room. The air smelled of antiseptic, and the distant sound of medical equipment created a dissonant symphony that reverberated through her fragmented recollections.
Faces floated in and out of focus, their features obscured by a haze. Doctors and nurses moved with purpose, their hands gloved, their expressions determined. They spoke in hushed tones, their voices blending into a chorus of whispered reassurances. But their words were mere echoes, lost in the cavernous depths of Ahreum's consciousness.
The weight of uncertainty pressed upon her chest as she tried to recall the details of the surgery. She knew it had been significant, perhaps even life-altering, but the specifics eluded her grasp. Fragments of sensations flickered through her mind—sharp prickles of pain, the cold touch of metal instruments, the sterile smell of the operating room—but they remained disjointed and disconnec