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(Faint humming. A room glows in ghostly green. The sound of a recorder begins to play. A voice speaks)
JEIEL MATHANTOM URIEL VIRIDOMA YOZAMA.
J-L. EMBED INTO CORE MEMORY.
BEGIN.
I don’t remember.
I woke up to the sound of trumpets calling out to me. A deafening cadence of sounds to which I don’t even recall in the faintest sense where they came from. I struggled to rise. Eventually my feet met the floor. I stared blankly at the wall.
I don’t remember how I got here.
My memory’s been tangled. Something doesn’t seem right. Events… happenings in the past… they are all starting to feel like a blur.
I know who I am. My name. My role.
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As I record this, I feel the blank thoughts dissipating and my foggy head clearing up. The girls call to me. My name. I know their names. The emptiness leaves me for now.
My concern spirals on. I fear the worst.
I fear the day I will forget them.
I fear the day I forget I am their Jeiel.
I fear the day I am no longer, the Jeiel I used to be.
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END EMBEDDING.