The world spun into focus, a blurry canvas slowly sharpening. But something was profoundly wrong. Faces swam before me, voices calling names I couldn't place. A chilling realization crept in: I didn't recognize anyone, not even myself. Two years blurred into a desperate scramble for fragments of the past, each dead end fueling a growing sense of despair. Exhausted and broken, I made a choice – to shed the weight of a forgotten life and embrace a blank slate.