The night sky was dominated by a brilliant, full moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the somber hospital below. The building stood tall, a silent sentinel during the quiet hours of the night. The only sound to be heard was the gentle rustling of leaves as the wind whispered through the nearby bushes.

From the top window of a small, dark hospital room, a young man lay motionless in the bed, lost in the depths of a coma. His once vibrant features now appeared pale and fragile, dark circles under his closed eyes. His breaths came shallow and slow, while the steady beep of the heart monitor filled the quiet space.

The room's stillness was abruptly interrupted by the gentle tapping of raindrops against the windowpane. As the rain intensified, it created a rhythmic harmony with the man's shallow breathing. In the darkness of the room, the man's silhouette was barely visible, but the light from the moon outside cast a faint glow on his face. His eyes were closed, but his brow was furrowed, as if he were wrestling with some inner turmoil.

In his mind, memories unfolded before him like a scene from a movie. He could see a park surrounded by trees, the sky dark and overcast. Rain poured down, drenching everything in sight. There, in the middle of the park, he lay on the wet ground, beaten and bruised, a girl beside him,

"I'm sorry, Jack," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the rain.

Jacks’ peaceful expression shattered, and his eyes snapped open. The haunting vision from his past jolted him back to consciousness, terror evident in his widened eyes. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the memory, Jack bolted upright in bed, clutching his face and letting out a gut-wrenching scream, as if he was enduring the agony of a thousand deaths.

As his scream grew louder, the very foundations of the hospital seemed to tremble in response. The entire room shook violently, as if the building itself was crying out in anguish. A vase perched on Jack's bedside table toppled over and shattered, its pieces scattering across the floor.

In the darkness of the hospital corridor, the tremors continued, the shadows dancing along the walls in a chaotic frenzy. At the hospital's service desk, two frightened nurses sought refuge under their counter, praying for the shaking to stop.

Meanwhile, in Jack's hospital room, his eyes turned a ghostly white, the blood vessels around them bulging with unnatural intensity. Crawling onto his knees, Jack clutched his head once more. As the tremors persisted, eerie silhouettes of his body, like shadows suspended in mid-air, seemed to flicker and flash around him, assuming various contorted positions.

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the screaming stopped. Jack's arms fell limply to his sides, his face a blank, emotionless mask. A small, white light began to glow at the centre of his chest, gradually expanding and engulfing his entire body. The room grew eerily silent, the storm outside subsiding as if to mark the end of a terrible ordeal.

As the brilliant white light engulfed Jack, his arms disappeared into its radiance, followed by his face. From outside the hospital, a powerful glow emanated from his window, piercing the darkness of the night.

Within moments, the light vanished as abruptly as it had appeared. The two nurses on duty burst into the room, only to find it cracked and torn, with no trace of anyone inside.

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High above the Earth, a mysterious black beacon drifted through the cosmic expanse, its mysterious form resembling a crystal with two elongated points. It glittered amongst the stars, as if it were a celestial being itself. Suddenly, it began to pulsate, its rhythm seemingly in response to events transpiring on the planet below.

A vibrant aura surrounded the beacon, casting kaleidoscopic colours across the void. The tip of one end split open, releasing a concentrated beam of energy that tore through the fabric of space itself. A swirling vortex emerged, bridging the gap between two distant realms.

As the beacon split into two, one portion soared through the portal, its purpose unknown yet full of profound intent. The remaining half lingered behind, maintaining the integrity of the gateway, which shimmered as it bridged realities, connecting fates unknown.

Back on Earth, Jack found himself waking beneath a tree in a dense forest. Gazing upwards, he marvelled at the stars peeking through the branches above. Confused and disoriented, he surveyed his surroundings,

"Where am I?", Unaware of what just happened.

As he looks off into the distance it suddenly occurred to him something was wrong.

"Who am I?", he whispered, A feeling of unease settled over him.

Jack felt an inexplicable urge to glance behind him. As he turned, his eyes were drawn to a treehouse nestled high above. In that fleeting moment, the image of a girl materialized in his mind, setting off a torrent of emotions that left him gasping for breath. The sudden rush of memories and feelings left him bewildered yet deeply connected to something he couldn't quite grasp.

Compelled by the same inexplicable force, he scrambled to his feet and dashed towards the tree. As he climbed, he called her name, his voice trembling with urgency,

"Ayeka!!"

His heart throbbed with a searing intensity he couldn't comprehend, as though the mere whisper of her name held the secret to his deepest, most profound desires.

Reaching the top of the ladder, Jack climbed into the treehouse, only to find it empty. His face fell with disappointment, but something about the place felt familiar.

As he sat against the wall, Jack surveyed the treehouse's interior, which was adorned with old papers and various trinkets. He noticed a wooden sign lying on the floor, Jack picked it up and brushed off the dirt and dust, and read,

"Fort Hartley."

A wave of familiarity washed over him, leaving him with a strange sense of déjà vu.

"I've been here before..." Jack muttered to himself, his frustration growing with each passing second.

"Come on, you can do this. Remember!" He urged himself, clenching his fists in determination.

Jack began hitting his head with his hand, his confusion and frustration escalating. "What on earth happened to me? Why can't I remember anything? Who was that girl I saw, and why is her name the only thing I can recall?"

In a burst of anger, Jack slammed his head against the wall behind him. "Work, you useless brain!"

As if in answer to his outburst, a piece of paper fluttered down from above, landing gently in his lap. Picking it up, Jack realized it was a painting of Ayeka. The sight of her face stirred something deep within him, bringing him closer to the answers he so desperately sought.

"It's her!" he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes and falling onto the picture. Jack rubbed his eyes with a confused expression.

Determined to unlock the secrets hidden within his mind, Jack closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall, whispering to himself,

"Remember..."

As Jack focused, he gradually allowed himself to be enveloped by the comforting arms of slumber. As if an unknown force answered his wish, the chapters of his life unfolded before him in a vivid procession.