Briefing
You are fast asleep.
You are drifting through the darkness: a seemingly endless abyss from which there is no escape.
There is nothing but the darkness: leagues and fathoms and feet of it…
But you were a person once, you know, before you found yourself in this sorry state. You had a name — perhaps you had several names — and thoughts of your own; feelings, too.
You had friends. A family, perhaps.
You had a life.
You might have had many lives.
You are one, yet you are many. Fragmented, your past dances behind your eyelids like shards of glass: sharp to the touch, and yet…
Will you reach out to touch these broken bits and pieces of your past?
Do you dare?
Summary
You are fast asleep. You are drifting through the darkness: a seemingly endless abyss from which there is no escape. There is nothing but the darkness: leagues and fathoms and feet of it... But you were a person once, you know, before you found yourself in this sorry state. You had a name — perhaps you had several names — and thoughts of your own; feelings, too. You had friends. A family, perhaps. You had a life. You might have had many lives. You are one, yet you are many. Fragmented, your past dances behind your eyelids like shards of glass: sharp to the touch, and yet... Will you reach out to touch these broken bits and pieces of your past? Do you dare?
