"I feel like I've lost my way, lost within my own memories.

  I want to piece together a map of my memories, but each fragment is full of thorns.

  I dare not easily dwell on those dark memories from the past, for whenever I touch them, I get hurt.

  I can already imagine myself once I've reconstructed my memories - though complete, I'm covered in scars.

  If I choose not to gather those fragments of memories, I'll drown in the abyss of unconsciousness.

  Yet, it's not impossible; that's a realm of nothingness, no pain, no darkness, no agony."