Phenomeno:Case 04

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It’s dark. The air I breathe in stabs at my nostrils. I don’t know if my surroundings are narrow or spacious. In any case I’m inside a room. It’s an ancient room that hadn’t been ventilated in many years, stagnated air drifted in the room. And if you were to ask me where I was, all I could say was that I don't know either. At any rate, all of this is a blur, a vague impenetrable space where the inorganic and the organic are directly connected, it's probably a dream I'm having.

That summer – even though I say that, it’s only barely been a month since then, we’re still in the middle of the summer now, and my memories from my childhood had been restored properly. You could say it was a curse, and a distortion of memory that was hard to believe if you heard about it.