A boy was laying on tall grass, his eyes were closed.

Suddenly, his eyes drew tighter and released open almost instantly.

The boy hurriedly sat up and started looking around,

The skies were blue and almost entirely clear with the exception of some clouds.

The sight of those clouds irked the boy, even the boy didn't know why but those clouds seemed to spoil his mood, making it sorrowful and at the same time he felt desire for them, or maybe something related to them. How was he supposed to own clouds? he didn't know, he didn't know anything. Even his own name.

The boy just then realized that he had no memories in his head whatsoever.

He further examined his environment,

The tall grass varied greatly in length, unusually so, some reached his waist while some didn't reach even his knees, seemingly content with remaining at his ankles. Something in common with them was that they were all green, green as far as the eye could see. The land didn't have a single patch of yellow or dry grass, at least as far as the boy could see. When the boy saw the horizon, the blue sky and the grass seemed to blur into a thin, unimaginably thin, yellow line.

The scenery seemed beautiful, to the boy at least. Then he again remembered the situation at hand - he was stuck somewhere he didn't know with no memories. Strangely enough, the boy wasn't that panicked. He stood up and decided to walk towards the nearest cloud.

His reasoning was simple, since the clouds were the only thing that made him feel something connected to matters before his apparent dementia, they may return him some of his memories.

Memory of where this place was would help him get somewhere not this place.

Hopefully.

"Nothing but green and blue all around, obviously far from any human civilization", he thought to himself this rather discouraging thought.

The boy had nothing to think, so he merely walked towards his destination single mindedly, he was so calm he seemed emotionless.

He finally started to approach the cloud, but from afar he saw something that finally made him show some emotion.

He heaved a sigh of relief as he exclaimed to himself, "A person! Thank god".

He started to examine the person as he walked closer to him, her? Their gender was not obvious and they appeared really beautiful.

The boy gasped at their beauty, it was almost as immense as their scenery. No, it was just as, or now that he is closer, exactly as beautiful as the scenery, the same type of contrasting beauty.

It was as if he was a character made to fit the scenery, or was it the other way around? The boy didn't care, he was just relieved to find some hope of escaping this place and, with all being well, escape the possibility of becoming a part of this scenery as fertilizer.

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The person was seemingly lost in his thoughts and didn't notice the boy, who was reluctant to shout and try to convey his voice across such a large distance.

The boy closed his eyes and looked towards the ground to imagine the scenario he hopefully escaped, maybe the person was a companion of his before his dementia. His hopes were at a all time high, the time being about half an hour.

The boy thought to himself, "Would I even have such a beautiful companion? Their face is like a -",

he paused and continued

"...what was their face like?"

He remembered seeing it a moment ago, but now he felt lost about any information about the face of that person.

He raised his head and saw it again, but this time he tried to remember it.

He closed his eyes and failed to remember yet again.

He stopped walking and tried to remember his face again.

He failed again.

Then again.

The boy was standing on the spot with a slightly confused face, the boy was still surprisingly calm. But his face showed hints of confusion and slight, almost invisible, horror.

The boy's face and eyes slowly shed all of his emotions, or at least what was left of them and then he fell on his knees.

His memories were suddenly back, all of them were. Like they were never gone in the first place.

"AHHHHHH!!!!", he screamed.

The boy fell face first on the grass.

*Somewhere else far away from the boy's cloud, yet with the same scenery.*

Although the place was far away from the boy, the screams could be heard with increasing clarity.

The clarity improved as if the source of the sound, which was slightly broken, was being repaired like a speaker would be.

Then the clarity reached it's peak, it stopped improving. From the source of the sound, a single flower the same color as the unimaginably thin yellow line suddenly sprouted.

Within a matter of seconds, it grew to the size of a man and bloomed. From the centre of the flower a crying soldier crawled out.

The soldier wore a slightly broken helmet with strange brownish chainmail. On his waist was a yellow ornamental flower, replica to the one he crawled out from.

He was huffing heavily, but he wore a smile on his face while crying. The sound of the screaming boy, coming from right behind his back, didn't seem to bother him in the slightest.

"Finally", he muttered in a small, but strong voice.

He wobbled and fell on his knees, much like the boy had. The soldier looked up at the blue sky while smiling and crying at the same time, as if proud or maybe relieved.

"My debt is repaid..."

The flower suddenly closed and begin to grow smaller, until it couldn't, then it went back into the ground. The scene seemed like time itself was reversed as the flower went into hiding. The scenery was so clean of any traces of the flower that it appeared as if the world itself denied that the yellow flower had ever bloomed.

The soldier instantly stopped crying and smiling. His face was wiped clean of all his previous emotions immediately. 

He wiped his cheek with one of his hands and looked at it.

"Was I crying just now?", the soldier asked himself after a brief pause.

"But why?", he thought again, as his face clearly showed increasing confusion.