NOA
Time seemed to stand still in this place. I couldn’t put my finger on if I’d been here for 5 minutes or for 5 years. It felt obsolete. My mind kept wandering as she was talking to me, I was finding it hard to focus. My mind was becoming foggy, too foggy.
“Noa, I need you to focus for a little bit longer. Our time is almost up. You can’t stay here with me for much longer, or your memory won’t return at all.” She said to me.
“My memory? I’ll lose my memories?” I asked alarmed.
“Yes child, it’s most likely you’ll lose some of your memories when I send you back. This place has a way of stealing pieces of you. I’m confident they’ll all return eventually though.” She said.
“Well I’m glad you’re confident. The idea of wandering around, not knowing my own name doesn’t sound very promi
