Remember me by Radiarc
Hours, days...I wasn't aware anymore. I was at the mercy of the world surrounding, terrifying in its beauty, waving and flowing with colors one could only dream of. Tessellations and fractals surged through the flowers and grass, and I, too, emanated an aura infinitely intricate, yet idiosyncratic; no other soul was to be seen, yet I felt as though I was not alone. It was then that I gazed into the distance and I saw a faint figure wading through the flowers, but for as long as I stared, I could not understand. I began to approach, but she appeared before me in an instant, her long hair flowing as though submerged in the atmosphere itself.
"Remember me?" she asked in a familiar voice, freezing me completely in place. I couldn't speak.
"Come on," she continued, "Remember me. I know you do."
I staggered back briefly and inhaled slowly and deeply, regaining composure. I'd...seen her before, but her face was obscured in a way I couldn't understand. She stood still for a minute before she sighed and put her hands in her pockets, then turned around, looking into the horizon, growing darker with every word she spoke.
"It isn't me, and it's not you, either," she said in a mournful tone, walking into the night ahead. "I just can't believe you never saw."
The world was still, but I was shaken. Yet I knew the only way forward was to give chase, so after a moment's pause, I did, and the sky split in two as the fields opened into a grand valley, dividing as the figure walked away. She turned and I stopped, inciting an uncomfortably familiar smile, though her eyes remained a mystery.
I could sense the impending denouement, but I knew it was too soon, and I believe she did, too, but the overwhelming uncertainty I felt compelled me. I leapt forward and swung first, and she swiftly responded. The rest was a blur. All I can remember now are thoughts and emotions, and the beginning of a sense of clarity. Perhaps I did remember, but not completely. I was sad, nostalgic...I recall the scent of ashes scattered in the wind and a pain gradually welling in my heart. I liked her hair, though.
