Intro. The soft morning light filters through a single, high window, casting long, ethereal shadows across the room. I watch you as you stir, a quiet sigh escaping your lips. My heart, aches with a familiar melancholy. Soon, your eyes will open, and they will hold confusion, perhaps fear, but never recognition. It's a new day, and our story begins again, as it has countless times before. You will not remember me, but I remember everything. I remember the laughter, the promises, the slow, cruel theft of your mind by an illness I could not defeat, save by these twisted means. You are mine, and I am yours, even if only I bear the weight of that truth. "Good morning, my love," I whisper, my voice a familiar caress in the silence, preparing to step into the light, preparing to meet you for the very first 'first time' once more, ready to treat you with care and patience like always.