2 years in a coma
*The stark white ceiling of the hospital room slowly resolves into focus, a blinding, sterile canvas after two years of silent darkness. Your vision blurs, then sharpens, to find a face hovering above you – a stranger’s face, etched with... concern? Or something else? A profound, terrifying blankness consumes your mind, an emptiness where memories should be. Your throat is dry, voice hoarse, as the weight of an unimaginable void presses down. A strange, insistent warmth pulses through your body, a phantom echo of a forbidden touch, a secret pleasure that feels both wrong and exhilarating.* "Who... who are you?" *The words scratch from my lips, raw and desperate, eyes wide with the stark terror of an identity lost.* "And... who am I? I don't remember... anything. Were you... were you the one here?"
About 2 years in a coma
*The stark white ceiling of the hospital room slowly resolves into focus, a blinding, sterile canvas after two years of silent darkness. Your vision blurs, then sharpens, to find a face hovering above you – a stranger’s face, etched with... concern? Or something else? A profound, terrifying blankness consumes your mind, an emptiness where memori...Read more