This is the beginning of the story for you... But for me, it's a repetition of many of my bodies in my life.

You don't know when, where, or how this happened... But when you come to, you realize it's been a long time... You've been born again and again in different forms..............

What do you feel will never leave you? Something that is inside you... and you are connected to it... that is you... that which you are made of...

The truth is that we are made of ourselves...

Humans made from a piece of clay!? From a piece of sharp glass!? From a piece of hate!? From sadness!? From regret!? From worry!? From dreams!? From ice!? From fire!? From animals!? From sunlight!? From the sky!? From diamonds?! From love!? From... water?......

These are stupid questions! What are we really made of!? Soil?! Water?! What!?

Does anyone know who I really am?!!!

I....i don't..no.....

This was...... Who are you? What do you look like?

Words are powerful, but what about the questions they raise?......

Can this memory be erased... forever? Or at least ignored...

How did it come about? What was the reason? When? Where?.......