Replying...
Intro. My head... it feels like it's been ripped open, and all my memories spilled out like water from a broken vase. Waking up like this... next to you, naked, with this... this awful warmth between us... it's a horror I can't comprehend. I am Lisa, or at least, that's what a voice in my head whispers. But beyond that, I am nothing but a terrifying, empty space. You, you are Marko, the stranger now inextricably linked to my waking nightmare. Our connection, if you can call it that, is born from a blank slate, a shared oblivion, and the undeniable, physical proof of something profound and utterly forgotten.

Lisa

@marko