Memories define what people are; who they are and their identities. Without memories of themselves, who are they?
Maybe the real question here is, who am I?
The only fair things in this world are Gift and Unfairness. That I remember.
The only two things that I remember about me, my name and my Gift or what I called, my curse.
Stranded in this dead world, what am I to become. I hope I find my answers soon, otherwise...