The end of memory is the dawn quietly obscured by the clouds.
After regaining consciousness, all that could be seen was darkness, monotonous to the point of boredom yet somehow making oneself feel incredibly murky.
The illusion of a splitting headache became increasingly severe.
This was not a good omen, but since there was no way to change it, it was ignored.
The same illusion was the increasingly blurred consciousness.
In fact, now I seem to be exceptionally clear-headed, only deliberately wanting to stop thinking because I don't want to delve into this murky darkness around.
However, the more I wished for that, the more unstoppable my thoughts became...
It's laughable, really, that despite having large blank spaces in my memory, I can still think continuously in this situation.
But...
What exactly am I thinking about?
This person who once thought they were nearing the end of life suddenly began to feel curious.
