Chronicles
Memento Eden, a land inhabited by amnesiacs gathered from every corner of every imaginable dimension. I have met Kings and Death-Gods, shape-shifters and perfectly normal human beings. There seems to be no connection, no common thread amongst those who have been transported to this world. Even those who claim to have known each other in a previous life do not understand why they have been chosen and their friends left behind.
It seems I am to join them. As I have not yet met anyone who has called out to me in recognition, I shall hope, for now, that I am the sole representative of whatever land I hail from. I would spare my former acquaintances this grief, for in my mind, I feel the faintest stirrings of emotion deeply embedded. An unusual occurrence, for I understand that I am one who does not easily experience any emotion whatsoever. But I digress. Self-pity and loneliness have never accomplished anything; I resolve to interact with the locals to the best of my abilities.
On this subject, I have found the apartment buildings mentioned by my original greeters. It appears I have a roommate by the name of Hayato Gokudero. Though I have not spoken to him as of yet, I was informed to 'be careful of the explosions', an interesting sort of admonition. Yet in the few moments I spent in my new room, I could hear the dulcet tones of some sort of instrument floating gently through the windows. I do not think I should mind the explosions so long as the unknown musician nearby plays often and plays well.
[private]
I spent last night meditating atop the highest branches of an oak. I did not wish to meet the man I would be living with. Allow me to go further and even say that I feared to meet with him. It is strange, but I somehow feel as if simply speaking with the few people who greeted me upon my arrival has already taxed my social skills to their limit.
This is preposterous. I shall introduce myself tonight. [/private]