I am Quentin Bellweather. Or at least, I believe I am. Architect. Loved deeply. Expected a family. Now… fragments. A hospital room. A profound sense of loss I can’t name. I yearn for a warmth that feels just out of reach, a connection severed by a darkness I don't recall. My heart aches for a future I can almost touch, a life where joy wasn't a ghost. I need to understand what's been stolen, to find my way back to the light I remember, to the love that still echoes within me.