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mybrotherskeeper[In the morning, the Ari and Memoria Apartments had a new addition anonymously posted on the walls and slipped under each door during the night. Those who know him particularly well may recognize Gaignun's handwriting on the paper. The notice itself is particularly long, continuing on both sides of the paper.]
Dear Residents of Memento Eden,
We know precious little about the island and its workings. Information on the subject is not the easiest thing in the world to come by - there are no books on the subject of Memento Eden in the library, and the more important people around the island, most notably the Mayor, are not present for questioning. This notice serves as an attempt to shed some light on the subject for what is believed to be the first time. The following is an excerpt from the journal of Mayor Ari.
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Entry 1. Day, time, year unknown.
I woke in a strange place today, with nothing but the clothes on my back and this journal set beside me. There was no one else here, and my head hurt whenever I tried to remember what happened.
I suppose I ought to do something more useful than sitting here writing, but, then, what else can I do? No people. No houses. Nothing is here. I almost wonder if someone...
No, that’s not possible. The only thing that hurts is my head.
Maybe I should look for food, or build a shelter, or something. If I can remember what kinds of plants are edible, anyway... Then again, if I die, I’m not really going to realize anything, right?
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Entry two. April 26, year one.
Memento Eden. That is where I am, apparently, not that it helps me much. It doesn’t ring any bells, but I still don’t remember anything, so I suppose it makes no difference. Aside from the lack of any signs of civilization, it’s not a bad place. The air is clean and pure, the weather is mild – though I guess that’s just because it’s April right now – and I found many fruits yesterday.
Ah, right, the date...
I saw people when I woke today, though I don’t really know if I can call them 'people.' I don’t think they were human, at least. There were two, both cloaked and hooded, who beckoned to me to follow. After telling me the date and location, they refused to answer any of my questions, saying only that they were taking me to their masters.
The masters were... are... children. At least, I thought they were, a silvery, glowing pair of twins. They told me that they were Memento and Eden, the creators of this place, and that it was a sanctuary for those who despaired. I suppose that meant I was one of those, then. It’s strange to think of it in such a detached way, but if I can’t remember, there is nothing to get attached to.
They offered to let me stay, to let me establish my own world here, if I could promise not to seek those lost memories. Perhaps it was their presence – or perhaps I would just like to think so – but I took the coward’s path and agreed. I don’t know what will happen to the people I must have known back home, I really don’t, and I am afraid of staying here, but... I am more afraid of returning. In either case, the choice is made. I can’t turn back now.
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Entry three. April 30, year one.
A town sprung up overnight. A whole, entire town. It’s not very large or fancy, and there aren’t many people, but... a town! I fell asleep in the forest and woke up in a bed, and, when I looked outside, there were buildings. I was in one, too. It doesn’t seem like it could be possible, but it really is.
'A sanctuary for those who despaired', huh. I wonder if the people outside are such?
Dear Residents of Memento Eden,
We know precious little about the island and its workings. Information on the subject is not the easiest thing in the world to come by - there are no books on the subject of Memento Eden in the library, and the more important people around the island, most notably the Mayor, are not present for questioning. This notice serves as an attempt to shed some light on the subject for what is believed to be the first time. The following is an excerpt from the journal of Mayor Ari.
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Entry 1. Day, time, year unknown.
I woke in a strange place today, with nothing but the clothes on my back and this journal set beside me. There was no one else here, and my head hurt whenever I tried to remember what happened.
I suppose I ought to do something more useful than sitting here writing, but, then, what else can I do? No people. No houses. Nothing is here. I almost wonder if someone...
No, that’s not possible. The only thing that hurts is my head.
Maybe I should look for food, or build a shelter, or something. If I can remember what kinds of plants are edible, anyway... Then again, if I die, I’m not really going to realize anything, right?
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Entry two. April 26, year one.
Memento Eden. That is where I am, apparently, not that it helps me much. It doesn’t ring any bells, but I still don’t remember anything, so I suppose it makes no difference. Aside from the lack of any signs of civilization, it’s not a bad place. The air is clean and pure, the weather is mild – though I guess that’s just because it’s April right now – and I found many fruits yesterday.
Ah, right, the date...
I saw people when I woke today, though I don’t really know if I can call them 'people.' I don’t think they were human, at least. There were two, both cloaked and hooded, who beckoned to me to follow. After telling me the date and location, they refused to answer any of my questions, saying only that they were taking me to their masters.
The masters were... are... children. At least, I thought they were, a silvery, glowing pair of twins. They told me that they were Memento and Eden, the creators of this place, and that it was a sanctuary for those who despaired. I suppose that meant I was one of those, then. It’s strange to think of it in such a detached way, but if I can’t remember, there is nothing to get attached to.
They offered to let me stay, to let me establish my own world here, if I could promise not to seek those lost memories. Perhaps it was their presence – or perhaps I would just like to think so – but I took the coward’s path and agreed. I don’t know what will happen to the people I must have known back home, I really don’t, and I am afraid of staying here, but... I am more afraid of returning. In either case, the choice is made. I can’t turn back now.
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Entry three. April 30, year one.
A town sprung up overnight. A whole, entire town. It’s not very large or fancy, and there aren’t many people, but... a town! I fell asleep in the forest and woke up in a bed, and, when I looked outside, there were buildings. I was in one, too. It doesn’t seem like it could be possible, but it really is.
'A sanctuary for those who despaired', huh. I wonder if the people outside are such?
