15th Day of Exsito, 4th Movement of the Nimbus Dynasty, 10th hour, 12th tick
I woke up two mornings ago. I have been told that I had asleep for three months following a dangerous accident in which I apparently nearly died. A girl who spoke to me informed me this at my bedside, and appeared to become upset when I asked her who she was, and then questioned her concerning my own identity.
I understood a little thereafter that I had amnesia, and further testing with doctors failed to come up with any clearer diagnosis. I can recall some rudimentary knowledge like how to write, how to eat, how to go about daily basic survival, but I can't remember the fall or anything before it, or indeed much else other than what happened just a couple days ago.
Because it seems that I still have trouble ordering my thoughts and keeping clear hold on my memories, and because I also appear to lack some chronological reasoning in general, I was given this notebook, and instructed on the proper way to date its entries. They also suggest writing my name and a description of myself, should my memory falter in the short-term, and I lose and then come across this journal again thinking it is someone else's.
My name is Ourael Da'en-Avette. At the time of this writing, I have little hair on my head, and I have tremendous scarring on the right-back region of my skull, as well as on my right shoulder, shoulderblade, and upper arms. The hair growing back on my skull and face seems to be colored black and silver as if with age, though I am told I am not old, and the color in general is different than the brownish-yellow-red that dominates in the people that come and go from my room, and go back and forth outside my window.
The girl I wrote about earlier is named Windaline Zirconai and she calls me Rael. Everyone calls her Windy or Win and she seemed pleased when I took up this habit yesterday evening.
She is here now. It seems we are going to eat dinner. I have told her that I am coming, and so for now I will set the pen down.
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I understood a little thereafter that I had amnesia, and further testing with doctors failed to come up with any clearer diagnosis. I can recall some rudimentary knowledge like how to write, how to eat, how to go about daily basic survival, but I can't remember the fall or anything before it, or indeed much else other than what happened just a couple days ago.
Because it seems that I still have trouble ordering my thoughts and keeping clear hold on my memories, and because I also appear to lack some chronological reasoning in general, I was given this notebook, and instructed on the proper way to date its entries. They also suggest writing my name and a description of myself, should my memory falter in the short-term, and I lose and then come across this journal again thinking it is someone else's.
My name is Ourael Da'en-Avette. At the time of this writing, I have little hair on my head, and I have tremendous scarring on the right-back region of my skull, as well as on my right shoulder, shoulderblade, and upper arms. The hair growing back on my skull and face seems to be colored black and silver as if with age, though I am told I am not old, and the color in general is different than the brownish-yellow-red that dominates in the people that come and go from my room, and go back and forth outside my window.
The girl I wrote about earlier is named Windaline Zirconai and she calls me Rael. Everyone calls her Windy or Win and she seemed pleased when I took up this habit yesterday evening.
She is here now. It seems we are going to eat dinner. I have told her that I am coming, and so for now I will set the pen down.
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