You awaken on your back, in a field of soft grass. The sky stretches endlessly above you, such a deep blue you think you might drown in it. There is no sound other than the wind rustling the plants, the distant chirp of a songbird, and your own steady heartbeat.

It is so comfortable just lying there, that you actually drift off back to sleep for a while. It is difficult to say exactly how much time passes, but when you re-awaken, the sun is still far above the horizon. Sitting up, you look around you for the first time. All around, for as far as the eye can see, vibrant grasses and small white flowers stretch before you like a natural carpet. Now that you are sitting up, you can see the tops of trees a long way away, and imagine you can barely hear the rustling of their wide leaves. There are no roads, no buildings, no people, not even any animals that you can see.

You begin to feel as though something is off, and hastily stand up. With a higher vantage point, it becomes apparent that the horizon actually curves a little, which bothers you immensely. Something tells you that it’s impossible, and something must be terribly wrong. You shake off the feeling as best you can and pick a random direction to wander in. You are beginning to feel thirsty now that you are fully awake and moving, and you can’t tell if the grass here is edible or not.

After a while of walking (the sun didn’t move very far in the sky, and you’re not exactly sure how to measure time by the sun anyway), you come to the edge of a forest. The trees are fairly widely spaced apart, so your movement is not impeded, but the canopy is thick enough to cast deep shadows on the ground. Birds are still singing somewhere, and there is very little underbrush, so you are not overly concerned about the dimness. As you make your way through the trees, you begin to hear the murmur of running water somewhere. It’s incredibly appealing, calling to your rapidly drying throat. Even in the shade, the air is warm and heavy. There are still no animals to be seen.

Deeper into the forest you go, trying to follow the sound of water. It’s difficult to pinpoint, but it is loud enough that you can estimate that you are getting closer. Along the way, you begin to see short dark shrubs with round bunches of fruit hanging on its loaded branches. The fruit looks juicy and sweet, and the lowest ones have been nibbled at by something, so you give into your temptation and pluck one. It’s slightly tart, but it’s as juicy as it looks. The one fruit was barely a mouthful, and you spit the hard seeds into your palm. You don’t recognize the plant, the fruit, or its seeds, but when you feel no ill effects after a while more of walking, you start to casually pick a few fruits from the bushes along your way. As juicy as they are, the flavor is making you even thirstier.

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Finally, you reach the bank of a babbling brook flowing from a small spring. You eagerly kneel and drink your fill of the cold, clear water, and splash your face and neck to refresh yourself from the heat of the day. The plain white clothes you wear get slightly soaked, but you have nothing else to wear and are uncomfortable with the thought of stripping naked, so you just have to grin and bear it until they dry.

Leaning over the pool again to take another drink, you notice a face on the surface of the water. The face has smooth, pale skin, eyes the color of the sun, and hair the color of the sky reaching to about their shoulders. Those shoulders are covered with plain white cloth, dampened with clear water...This face is your face!

your reflection in the water [http://i.imgur.com/bZLq5TO.png]

You raise a hand to your cheek, and the reflection does the same. How odd, you appear to be in your early adult years, but cannot accurately name your own age or race. Come to think of it, you cannot place a name to the face staring back at you. With growing concern, you struggle to think of all the details you should have but don’t; the faces of your parents, the size of your home, your favorite color, even your own gender. You have no answers. You sit up, staring around you with rising panic. You don’t recognize any of the plants, and that oddly curved horizon still bothers you immensely. Nothing around you stirs any recognition, and you feel even more lost than before. The clothes you are wearing are certainly plain, but they are not ragged or even very dirty, despite your earlier trek. You aren’t marked with any scars or tags, so you must not have been treated poorly, but then why would you be all alone in this strange place? Will anyone even search for you? What the hell is going on?? 

You are overwhelmed with fear and loneliness at this moment, and simply sit on the bank of the spring unmoving until the lengthening shadows reach you. Finally stirring yourself from your stupor, you rise and take shelter beneath a tree whose limbs spread open like a mother's arms. You wonder if you have ever known such an embrace...The thought and lack of certainty shock you numb, and you fall asleep with the sensation of water on your cheek, though your hair has long since dried.