The mystery of the forgotten self

Waking up in a strange place was, without a doubt, a disconcerting experience. The light filtering through the jagged glass windows illuminated the cold, disordered space, but it did not illuminate the dark labyrinth of Miriam's mind. Sitting on a bed of wrinkled sheets, she could only feel the disturbing absence of her own identity.

Day one or, rather, the first day of a new me. No memories, no letters of introduction, just an empty echo where there once was life. A corner of his mind resonated with the question: “Who am I?”

With each dawn, a new challenge awaited her. Miriam rose with the determination to reconstruct her past, like an archaeologist unearthing an ancient site, piece by piece. His first strategy was to explore the environment, a maze of ever-changing hallways and dust-laden rooms. Through the windows, he saw cities that seemed to exist in another dimension. The streets were populated with figures outlined like shadows. But there was something more disturbing, something tangible in the atmosphere: the echoes of a reality he couldn't remember.

Using a small hand mirror she found in a table drawer, Miriam began to look for clues in herself. His reflection gave him a broken image; dark eyes full of fear, but also of an inextinguishable fire. He focused on the details: a scar near his eyebrow, a mark on his wrist. They were fragments, yes, but fragments of who?

Leaving the room, Miriam ventured down a hallway adorned with twinkling lights. Suddenly, he heard murmurs. He crouched behind a corner and watched a group of people, all of them speaking in a whisper, their faces blurred like glitchy holograms. They spoke of a "Forgotten Protocol", an experiment aimed at erasing identities in order to create new beings, void of history or emotional ties.

That day, he had a stroke of luck. As they crept closer, one of them dropped a silver device, similar to a small watch. When Miriam picked it up, a flurry of images assaulted her mind: laughter, tears, an unknown family. They were memories, but not his. They were memories of others, visions of people who had also been stripped of their being.

Intrigued and determined to find out what had happened, Miriam began using the device. Every time he activated it, he could see fragments of other people's lives, but he also glimpsed a common thread: a name, "Eliot." It was a man who had been instrumental in those experiments, who seemed to have answers. The search became a mission, and with each activation of the device, he felt one step closer to his own truth.

Finally, Miriam found Eliot in a hidden warehouse, full of technology from an uncertain future. Upon confronting him, she realized that he was not just a researcher; he had been a part of her life before the loss. As they exchanged words, a flood of memories flooded her mind: the nights of laughter, the comforting hugs, the love she had shared with him. With each revelation, the fog that covered his memory began to clear.

Miriam's true destiny was not only to recover her identity, but to protect those whose stories still lay forgotten. Together, Eliot and Miriam forged a new purpose, using their collective strength to defy the Oblivion Protocol, so that no one else would wake up not knowing who they were.