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Your name is Eris Heindell, ID 13.190. You liked drawing once. There's calluses all over your palms and a fading blue in the tips of your fingers. You live in the Dome where a wall covers the outside world. It covers even the sky. Despite this, you like to imagine your sketches of the skies are accurate.

You have a friend. Well, had. His name is Boreas Poitraz. He's smart. Neat. Organized; wouldn't step on the tile line kind of organized. His hair always combed into one side. His moles are even fucking symmetrical. He tells you your sketches aren't accurate.

One day you learn that everything was a lie. The Dome's foundation is piled with the bodies of kids before you. You learn that people can lose memories in a gulp and a swallow. You, yourself, forgets. People. Things. Everything.

Pople when disposed of are completely gone. Memories with them will fade away, especially old ones. Sometimes you can remember them when you puke that golden liquid out but Rycella says it's temporary. As it's fused in food as well, there's no way to stop it unless you're willing to die of starvation. She says that's why she doesn't eat.

But then, sometimes there's flashes. Images, memories that are supposed to be yours. Hearing voices that aren't there as you traverse to the mirrors. Then this surge of unexplained anger and emotions on something. You don't understand them because you will always forget. And so you're seething, hating, remembering and forgetting. It feels like you're losing your mind. Rycella calls them triggers. Boreas will say something about post traumatic something disorder. That is if you talk to him.

You don't give a fuck.

Ever since then, you have always tried to escape. You try to atleast approach the Wall to find a way to escape out of it. But there is something on the Wall.

A guardian. A promise and its sun.

Your name is Eris Heindell, ID 13.190. You liked drawing once and you count to seven when you're afraid. You don't like orange pies and you have a nail necklace sitting on the depths of your pockets. It prickles your callused fingers sometimes and you watch them bleed. You don't wear your neckties to literally your bare neck but you do wear your pants inside out occasionally. It's always accidental though.

Your name is Eris Heindell. ID 13.190. Sometimes though, you don't know what that means.

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