• Looking around the bright world, Jake wondered how it had ever been forgotten. When he asked Nem, Nem merely smiled and said, “This land is probably some business lot right now. People forgot what it looked like, and poof! It came here.”

    Jake mulled over this. “Were you the first one here, Nem?” he asked, trying to recall Nem’s story.

    “Yes. Or at least, I think I’m the first permanent occupant.” At Jake’s blank look, he added, “You know, someone who died.”

    Pursing his lips, Jake said slowly, “That’s odd though. I mean, shouldn’t there have been people prior to that?”

    At that, Nem smiled broadly. “Indeed. I’ve been pondering that for... what year is it?”

    “2009.”

    “Goodness me! Two millenium? I feel so old.....” Nem mused for a few minutes, until a casual cough from Jake prompted him again. “Oh, right! Anyways, my thought is that a glimmer remembered this place.” Evidently Jake was supposed to be more impressed.

    “Don’t they remember it anyways?” he asked indifferently.

    Nem shook his head. “You’ve seen how out of it they are. To them, this is just a faint dream. Who knows, they might not even being seeing the Forgotten Lands! They could be seeing whatever is in their minds that push them over the edge.”

    “Wait,” Jake said, feeling alarmed. “Does this mean that if I go back to myself, wherever that is, I won’t remember this place?” Nem shook his head sadly, and Jake nearly screamed with rage. “You mean the one good thing that’s happened to me is going to just fade away? That everything is just going to stay the way it was?”

    Nem paused, thinking. Slowly he said, “Maybe not the way it was. You might have a faint lingering memory of light in your darkness that’ll change you. Improve you. But as for remembering this place, no. There’s no chance of that, I’m afraid.”

    Miserably Jake hunched over. “This definetly sucks.”