You find yourself unable to recall your last memory. Your mind has become a blank slate. Here you stand, at the center of a beautiful green garden, at the base of an apple tree. You feel only bliss as the birdsong rings from all around.

You are clothed in white, bathed, cleansed. It feels ethereal.

A woman approaches you, wearing a flowing white gown and a crown of delicate flowers.

"Welcome home, my child. We are so grateful that you have returned."