A Drink Called Lethe
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A Drink Called Lethe

Darkness is all around me. It envelops me like a cloud — everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Yet it is suffocating, and my chest heaves as I struggle to take in oxygen.

I’m trying to find my way home, but I don’t know where I’m going. I need to find someone…someone I can’t quite place my finger on. I see a flash of red before it gets swallowed by the gloom.

I can’t remember anything. All I know — all I can perceive — is this empty abyss.

My eyelids take a moment to adjust to the sudden burst of light as they slowly creak open. My head is fuzzy and thick with confusion and it feels as though something is ripping it apart.

It is difficult to see through the bleariness that comes with waking up, and doubled with the thin haze of fog that coats the area it is just about impossible to perceive a thing.

One color, however, stands out amongst all the rest: a splash of red that seems sickeningly bright against the gray atmosphere.

A few moments and several drawn out blinks later, and I can see the offending color belongs to a person. A blond, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes concentrated on something behind me.

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