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Nameless
What would you do if you suddenly woke up in the dark, without body and memory? Would you stay in the calm of oblivion, or would you try to escape? How much effort would you be willing to make to understand what is happening and which path will you choose for yourself?
In the green backpack there was also a sleeping bag, only it was of much better quality, thin and two-layer, with a knitted blanket and even a small pillow.
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Читать ещёChapter 1Darkness. Complete darkness around. Although not quite... I could look around and notice some kind of change, as if the soft velvet of darkness allowed me to move around with my gaze. Where am I? Who am I? If I could move my gaze, then I must have eyes. However, I did’t feel anything, neither body nor hands... I tried to look at myself and I don’t see anything except the darkness itself. Stop, I had to think. I knew I was human, but I couldn’t remember how I got here, or when, I didn remember anything about myself... not even my own name. Did I exist? If I could think, then I existed, I thought, and the term philosophy had come up into my head. However, I did’t know how I knew this. Was I dead? I don’t remember such a thing. Did I feel bad? No... on the contrary. It was hard to understand, but being in the darkness was pleasant. So, what is it that I wanted? Why did I keep look…
Иногда самые важные истории начинаются с первой страницы.
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