You carefully pick up the stack of documents, your heart pounding with anticipation as you hope to uncover some hidden truth about your past.

However, as you flip through the pages, a sinking feeling washes over you.


The documents are all stained and blurred beyond recognition.


Frustration and disappointment well up inside you as you realize that whatever information they held has been rendered indecipherable.
It's as though a cruel hand has erased the answers you sought, leaving you with nothing but faded remnants of a mystery.

With a heavy sigh, you put the documents away, resigning yourself to the fact that some secrets may remain forever out of reach.
The sense of frustration lingers, but you're left with no choice but to move forward, still uncertain about the nature of this world and the circumstances that have brought you here.



What a shame I am illiterate