Imagine waking up, and not knowing anything. As in, anything at all. You don't know your name, age, location, previous life up until that moment, nor whatever else is going on all around you. Imagine only being able to find out by searching for clues as to your history and whereabouts, and not knowing if what you find is true or not.

For me, this is my reality. My name is....I am....I am in this predicament. I am somewhere I don't know, and somewhere I don't like at all. I haven't met anybody else here, but I don't know if I want to. I've looked about, and I've found out very little about myself, or any other information that could help me.

I don't know if what I've found is true. I don't know if I want it to be or not. Everything I have managed to find has painted a disturbing picture. Everything I've found has pointed me towards vague clarity that I wonder not only whether it is real or fake, but whether the memory loss, the amnesia, is worse than the truth. My predecessor doesn't seem to have thought so.

Everything I've found is telling me to descend.

Descend into the dark.

My name is...I am...

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...Diamond.