She had long forgotten who you were. Her memory shattered to bits, leaving only blurred out memories she couldn’t recognise. The young maiden stood there, though her eyes remained closed, her brows furrowed with uncertainty. To her, you are just a visitor who happened to end up in her little abode.

She couldn’t understand your words. You claim to know her name, her favourite food, even her habits that most wouldn’t notice. But she doesn’t. Her memories are scattered to pieces, but none were able to piece together a complete picture. She leaps forward in delicate steps, each creating a ripple that fades among the sea of blue flowers.

“Then… tell me, who exactly are you?”

“And… who am I?”

The young maiden stood before you, her gentle voice echoed in the brightly-lit cave. The lace mask glistening under the giant crystallised moon’s presence that sits behind her. The maiden’s presence alone feels serene, pure, and… distant. It’s almost as if she wasn’t the one you knew, the one you loved so dearly…