The Anatomy of Memory
The awakening was not a gradual return to consciousness, but a sudden, jarring plunge into existence. I found myself lying on a surface that felt like a cross between a gym mat and a cloud—slightly springy, unnervingly clean. Above me, the ceiling was a vast, featureless expanse of matte white, devoid of a single seam, a single light fixture, or a single flaw. There were no windows. There were...
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