A New World

I opened my eyes, and I was born again. All the words I knew had been stolen from my lips; a sensation of knowing everything yet nothing at all swept over me. I’m sure this is what amnesia patients must feel like like, at first. I knew I had a past, and I knew I had planned my future, but all I could ever remember knowing was the time I was stuck in now.

All I could hear was my own humming breaths, edged with a sense of panic. But I felt relaxed. There was nothing to fear. The world before me was empty. No, it wasn’t really empty: I just had yet to discover what filled it. I began to walk, and then I began to run.

Color slowly filtered into my vision, and I could see the the color of fresh grass and the leaves on the trees, shaded by the gentle heat of a summer afternoon. Each time I stepped, the dirt pushed back, filling the air with a soft scent of mud and rain soaked pebbles, feet chopping through the countless blades of grass sprouting within it.

I soon made it to riverbank, which was lined with sand, dusted a hue of gold. I peered over the water before me, to see a gentle ripple erupt across it, where what I supposed had been a fish, had dashed away at my sight. Within it, I could see the remnants of once great stones, now reduced to a jagged family of dark rocks. Oddly, I could not see my own reflection.

Maybe I did not exist, or maybe I had yet to. It would've been nice to see myself again, to regain some sense of familiarity in this great world of the unknown. I had yet to create my own existence upon these new lands.