Confused.

A simple word for a simple man and yet nothing more aptly described how the Skeleton felt. Where was this? Why was it here? In fact, who even was "It"?

Its mind struggled in vain to recall anything of substance. From its position of laying against the dirt wall, it slowly got up. No amount of pondering could seem to answer it, so it decided to explore its surroundings. Hollow limbs moved and the skeleton found itself befuddled at the strangely foreign and yet somehow intrinsically familiar sensation of its body. It was pretty sure it shouldn't look like this and yet it couldn't recall being anything else but a skeleton.

How perplexing. Its movement was rigid and clunky at first but soon smoothed out into a steady gait. Its walk took it past a long hall illuminated by the occasional torch, yet somehow the Skeleton knew it didn't need light to see just as the lack of eyes didn't hamper its vision. Magic- that was the word that came to the forefront of its mind along with the thought.

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The impossibility of its existence was also nagging at a corner of its mind, but it knew not why. It was here, so therefore it was obviously possible for it to exist.

Silly mind, perhaps it was the lack of a brain that caused these odd thoughts?

The skeleton paused in its steps for a moment, it felt like it should be concerned about lacking such a vital organ. Which was especially strange considering a Skeleton lacked any organs actually. Or flesh. Or blood. So why was a brain or a heart particularly important to it?

What a strange day it was having, or was every day like this? It was terribly hard to tell when one lacked any concrete memories beyond the past 10 minutes or so.

Thankfully It the long hallway soon let out to an open room. Perhaps it would be able to find some more clues regarding its identity and purpose for being.