Space Island

Memories are funny things. When you’re a kid, just a boy, and you find yourself alone, you wish you had some good ones. The alternative is what? Not knowing who you are, where you came from, not knowing your own name, not knowing where you live. Hiding because you’re a scared little boy left alone to fend for yourself, responsible for you own survival. You know you’re not alone, you sense it, and eventually you spot them, beings in the distance. You don’t know if they are harmful or friendly and you find yourself wishing you could remember something, anything. You hide, but… you eat from the land, you shelter off the land, you survive, and you think. You think hard and you try to remember… and little bits and pieces do start to come back. You think if you can just get going, start exploring your surroundings, it will all come back. Maybe a little at a time, but… but you can’t go anywhere to explore, because THEY are out there. Who are THEY? You don’t know, but maybe… maybe THEY can help you remember. Maybe…