It’s beautiful. The violent pink tone has softened, or maybe it’s thanks to my brain having woken up. But only to its most basic state. I don’t know who I am. I look down and I see this suit. I try to remember, I really do, but it’s infuriating how my own memories escape from me. And the more I try to remember, the more I feel I forget and bury deep inside my shaken brain. There’s water, so there must be some sort of life form here, although I don’t see anything moving. Microbial life. Probably. There’s thin sand, light brown and light pink. My suit looks like it wants to be white, but it’s covered in this pink sand. If I try to draw myself, but it’s distorted, and I’m unable to recognise myself, is this picture me?
