You're sitting alone at a bar table when hues of purple fill up your vision, a lady stands in front of you "you seem to be alone, how about a dance?" She asks extending a hand to you. Her voice is smooth, like when a breeze sweeps past a wind chime. She has been curious about you since she laid eyes on you, yearning to find out more about who you are given the mysterious aura you give off, wondering who you are and just aching to peer into your memories